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.

The Manchurian Whore -(Brainwashed Ind.)

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Six little old ladies sit before an audience of spy and military leaders from Asia. The women are playing cards and sipping tea. Suddenly one turns into a soldier, and he pulls out a gun and shoots his best friend in the head without a blink of emotion he did anything wrong. That fantastic opening scene is from the original Manchurian Candidate movie starring Frank Sinatra. The movie was so accurate, that it was banned by the government, for it reflected light into the secret MKUltra Mind Control Program that the public later forced the covert agencies to disband (yeah, sure they did.) The fact is, even 40 years ago, we had the capability to completely program the subconscious, and hide that programming until desired.

The computer amplifies the ability to do this with its flash animation and sound. So do various programs that shall remain unnamed that your Goddess Saphire has mastered. When you add in my cock-hardening voice and body, you simple have no chance in Hell of escaping my brainwashing … which happens to be taking control of more and more of you. It awakens the personalities that I have programmed into you in various inductions. And it triggers any time I wish, as deeply as I wish, and will never fade. In fact, it is designed to grow in power even when you’re not performing it.

What is brainwashing? I guess that can be answered in many ways … too many. I’m not here to teach you about it, I’m here to subject you to it, and the less you know the faster and deeper it works. I will tell you this, though … most movies have it half right, in that you are powerless, like the victim in the movie, to stop it, stop obeying, or if so desired to even know it’s happening. Yes, it shall leave blank spots in your memory if I do so wish. And yes, it is possibly the most erotic long lasting experience of your existence. If I have you in your brainwashed state for 8 hours, you can pretty much declare it an 8 hour slowly peaking and rebuilding orgasm of both mind and body. It is so enjoyable and hits so many pleasure points that it is highly addictive. Like heroin, junkies will tell you that the blast you feel makes sexual orgasms seem like nothing special.

The proof of the effectiveness of this Induction/Brainwash is evident, for nearly every single person who experiences it is taken over, regardless of their past inductions.

It is far easier to completely brainwash someone when it is done in person. Something about the exchange of energy when in close physical proximity adds to it. Then of course there are other “tricks to the trade” that only can be used when in my presence. Some tricks I learned from masters in this world, others from educators that require a hundred hours of NLP training before a person is legally allowed to use it – that is how powerful this talent is in me. Was I the only one who almost orgasmed at each new level of training? Hah! Visions of my slaves acting out my commands, performing any sexual act, delivering to me anything I request made me so fucking hot!!! Ohhh, I am so, so tempted to tell you a few of these tricks, for I LOVE IT when my slaves and servant hopefuls have fear trembling in them. But … ahhh, I shall let you experience these things in person.

The Brainwash 2 Script Induction has only been available or recommended to a few of my most promising Servants, Slaves, Cumsluts, or Worshippers. Most went through several other Inductions first to prepare their mind for the intensity of this Induction. It is in fact so overwhelmingly effective that I have had to take time to “bring down and reel in” a few Servants who got such intense sexual rewards that their bodies would not let them stop. Your Goddess experiences countless orgasms as she watches video or pics of her servants performing under her brainwashing. If it is your desire to make your Goddess hot and wet – kiddo, slave-o – this is it!

I cannot share my secrets, but I can list some quotes from servants, slaves, and cumsluts who fell prey to my wicked reshaping of their mind, body, pleasures, personalities, and destinies. I shall present picture after picture of them through the years as the “cross uncontrolled arousal” to the point that they are ready for me to trigger the Brainwashing. Timing is everything. Well, not everything – look at my body! No, just read these comments.

“No more, I’m going insane, my body can’t handle this much sex but – oh god -- make it happen again, send me out again, make me your sex slave again, I beg you.”

“I’m – I feel great, but my mind isn’t working right when it comes to explaining it. I mean, I’m at work, Goddess, I’m doing fine, no problem, but surges of your erotic control grip me suddenly or rise like bubbles in a glass of beer until I’m overflowing with euphoria. All I know is that for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m not seeking meaning or fulfillment. I’m complete. Have no idea what’s really happening after I do the Brainwash 2 script – well, I mean, I do a bit. I’m spaced out, doing fine, then a flush of energy hits me and I’m something else, someplace else, experiencing a connection with you so erotic it’s beyond words. I’m doing the sex I fantasized about my whole life. And I’m amazing at it, you made me a natural! I feel like I’m opening my mouth and “blah blah blah” is coming out, but I cannot control my desire to worship you and, and do anything for you. You’re my Goddess, but also my savior. You made sense of my life, and transformed me into what I needed to become through your Brainwash 2 and other inductions, but Brain2 was the ultimate bonding induction for them all, the key to peace and serving you.”

“Cantt type just a animal.cum machine sex addict fuck me im cummng gain …”

“Feet all over me, everywhere, everything I see is a foot, every foot has a tongue, every tongue licks your feet and worships. Feet in my dreams, feet in my face, feet fucking your cock. How? It came out of nowhere, but now it won’t leave, won’t end. No, don’t take that wrong. Don’t make it end! I mean, Goddess, thank you, thank you for turning a foot fetish into total foot enslavement, total foot triggering orgasms addiction.”

“What the hell just happened? I’m covered in cum. Fuck this is sexy. Wait, what happened?”

“I’ve done the Brainwash 4 times now. I felt it growing. It woke me up with erotic waves and fantasies. It made me masturbate to no end. But that is nothing, for today I saw its real powers. I’m walking in a mall, and something triggered it. Suddenly I’m flushed with sexual energy. My cock got rock hard in my pants, cum began dripping down my leg, oozing out is half-orgasms. My mind was going blank all this time. I was waiting to be commanded. It was like I was high on drugs, yet not, and felt like I was watching myself, my voice was not my own, it was yours. It happened twice. And now I know with doing it again, this will come back over and over. Please, command me in this state, for that is the overwhelming feeling I desired – to obey. Thank you for this amazing gift, I feel as if I have reached sexual nirvana.”

“I’m such a fucking slut. Gimme cock gimme cock gimme cock.”

“This is what I waited all my life for – sex beyond my wildest dream. I owe you everything, Goddess.”

They all have one thing in common: I can access an entirely separate brain existence that is nothing but the sexual intensity and fetish identity I desire. It has no limits. What I did to them re-defined them instantly the moment they had their first Brainwash 2 Sex Experience. Any remaining pockets of resistance or identity as something other than my Brainwashed Enslaved Beast was obliterated.

“OMG … YES … I’m your slut bitch, my mouth is just a cunt, face fuck me til I pass out.”

And I must say to all you that have been transformed by it … amazing how hungry you are to try out all those deviant sexual commands that at first filled you with trepidation. Never thought you could become addicted to bondage or pony rides, did you. Hah! You can stop thanking me – MYYYYY PLEASURE. And what fantastically talented cock suckers we have among our (no longer) latent bi-sexuals. [As pictures you send me prove.] Watching you deep-throat those dildos is one of my fondest memories while bathing at the end of the day (my usual reminisce time.) Keep practicing, for when your talents improve, it will make me so wet that I’ll just have to summon you to perform on my strap-on so that I can guide you the final technique steps to “Cocksucker Supreme” (and yes, you will take cream with that.) Forcing you to accept your bisexuality opens the door to dozens of fetishes I just know are lying dormant in you. It gets me hot to watch how you start off barely able to put the head in your mouth, yet then in a few weeks are swallowing 9 or 10-inch lifelike hard-ons like a pro. You know, each time you do that, you’re absorbing my entity … I’m shooting seeds of my transformation into your belly, addicting you to swallowing cumloads deep down inside you, each blast mixing my control with every cell of your inner systems.

And unholy fucking gods and goddesses – it happens so FAST. I shouldn’t be surprised, I put into this highly advanced induction all I have recently learned. Hadn’t seen what happens when I remove the limits I place on myself in regards to time (this is a longer induction, allowing me to use new mind control devices.) Kind of like, “this is an experiment even for me.” Again, no hints on why this is so effective. Just … BE WARNED. And anyone who knows me … knows I do not warn you from total mind control. The moment you click on that induction, your chances to return back to normal living and feel even remotely satisfied in that life are almost zero. A few who don’t pay attention might slip away. Will it screw up your days? No, not until I command it, and I know you must earn (for ME as well as yourself.) You can work fine, your family knows nothing, yet – you are someone new. Someone I created and infused with incredible sexual limits. Your past life seems so pointless, like … well, it’s like having sex your whole life and never orgasming, but now you do – constantly if I wish, to the point of passing out if I wish, all day if I wish. And in return for this gift, YOU WILL CRAVE TO SERVE ME.

There is another level of reward that you can only understand when the personal core satisfaction hits you … in a Brainwashed state, you PLEASE ME almost to my limits. Yes, that’s right … that’s right … you want to please me, and please me you will in your Brainwashed state, that is why you already want it. You’ll please me sexually, you’re please me with obedience, you’ll please me monetarily. Want to feel what these other blessed ones experienced. This is why you came here, after all, isn’t it? For me to blow your mind with such sexual intensity that you shall become my mental and physical slave to show your appreciation? You came to have a woman of authority control your life and make it better.

I’ll share you with some insights on one of my strongest and more rewarded/rewarding Servants. Well, he’s more than a Servant. For I have created before his brainwashing two new personalities, and can create as many as I wish now that his Brainwashing is flexing its muscles, pushing his old core self aside to obey me and develop. I can create one to be my whore, one to orally please me for hours, a masochist, a humiliation slave, a crossdresser, ladyboy, or financial piggie. I have accessed through this brainwashing the great mass of the mind that we humans do not usually use. This Brainwashed Beast can function in his normal life all he wants – until I trigger him. Wait, is that true? Not exactly. His subconscious remembers the incredible sexual acts he performed and loved, and it sometimes jumps up and grabs him, reducing him to a sexual animal, his cock responding. Sometimes it last a few minutes, sometimes as long as I want. He thanks me for it, though he has no control over how intense it gets. Suffer – those who are in my power, for I shall use your own fetishes to torment you until you Serve me, and take care of me, next time. Oh, how I love waking in the middle of the night, feeling the sexual energy pour into me as my slaves act out, across the U.S.A., in fact across the world now … MY BRAINWASHED COMMANDS.

So, this advanced Servant of mine … he had evolved through my shaping in the Cum Curse (to make the amount of sex and cum he can handle limitless) and my Experiment (to seed and grow a strong second personality and core) and had listened to my Whore Induction (to get him past his prejudices and teach him humiliation.) He loved “feeding Lilith” my entity that comes to him in the night and gives him wet dreams. Once I showed him that I can take over his nights, making him wake up slick with cum that I teach his body to pour out in slow orgasms all night long, he was addicted but still craving. After just one Brainwash session … he said he could not handle it!!! It was so devastatingly sexual and intense that he couldn’t sleep all night, the flow of sexual energy never left him alone. This was his first stage of uncontrolled arousal. It built quickly – oh so quickly – I had to slow him down. I had to get his mouth prepared for all the cocks he would be addicted to suck. So your Goddess matched the Brainwash sessions with 30 minutes to an hour of sucking on dildos that are extensions of my strap on. And Brainwashing him to crave the taste of cum to tormenting levels. My goodness, the series of emails and text message I got from him as he was hitting his threshold for sexual hunger and production. HE … WAS … MY … BEAST … unable to rise above it … unable to go back … unable to even resist his inner desire to submit and become anything I program into that Brainwashed head of his.

He is just now starting on his sexual journey. HE WAS MY MANCHURIAN WHORE.

My Manchurian Whore will soon be summoned to New York, where I will take him on a journey on the town, in the presence of his gorgeous (or as he likes to say when his mind is gonzo – “fucking unbelievably gorgeous”) Goddess, so that I can show him off to my designers and friends as my totally controlled erotic slave. Then, after hours of adoring my voice, cleavage, and sexual energy, he shall willingly enter my dungeon. He might be there a day or two, but in his mind, he will have spent ages and ages being created from nothing but a spark of idea from me, into nothing else but a sex slave, a cum machine, a whore to pay me for his sexual pleasures, and a slut that cannot get enough sex. Oh, I could make that happen today, but training … training for the Mind Control and Sex Olympics should be savored, not rushed.

BRAINWASHED … you know you want it … you need it … just, um, be a little curious. Try it out. Listen a bit, if you don’t like it, put it down, come back when you’re bored and want intriguing words. Listen to the words and see how you like them … no rush. Download it and try it out … it’s just an induction … just a portal to ultimate sexual fulfillment. Don’t be afraid of how it works, just accept that it will whether you believe in it or not … enslavement to ME, to a cock that I can make hard all day long – oh, no biggie, especially when you’re uninterested in entering a realm where your fantasy is real – Oh, did I forget to tell you that part? That once I know your fantasy, Brainwashing under my authority makes it more real than that old world that didn’t understand you or satisfy you. Listen, oh, 30 minutes ... relax and listen. Glance over the quotes, maybe it’s not your thing, to be so mindlessly overwhelmed with sex of your kind. Those of you brave enough and hungry enough to see how far our sexual limits can be pushed … STEP RIGHT UP! You’re a goner! Buwahahahahahahaah.

Now, where’s my Manchurian Whore? I feel like GETTING SERVED … and his mind is programmed full on how to perform, to start a chain reaction of pleasure in me you would not believe!

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Summer. I remember in my teens, my body developed to agonizingly bewitching proportions already, and how I was already honing my skills in controlling the cocks of men who barely deserve gazing at my breasts, tiny waist, and firm legs and ass. I’m a sun worshipping Goddess, even then absorbing the energy that comes from heat. I’d be on fire inside absorbing the sexual energy of so many, making it a test by fire, literally, to sunbath. A man once joked when I jumped into the club pool that half the water evaporated. If only he know … or could see me NOW.

You can … in fact you can experience more than the legions of men I put under my spell in my first five years of sexual awareness. Pray the Internet never fails, for once you step into my realm of sexual enchantment and control your desire to experience the orgasmic highs of mind control attached to a body like this … well, let’s just say that I have pages of emails from men who were cut off on their rise to glory to become one of my Real Time Servants.

I am a Goddess of Erotic Mind Control far, far above all rivals. The proof lies before you, on the pages of my Website … offering you a glimpse of the breadth of my mastery over your fetish, need, or desire to evolve into a sexual being so extreme that it pushes your mind to hold on to sanity. The passage is simultaneously thrilling, draining, and transforming.

A teaser of how “EROTIC” has no limits in my domain of pleasure, pain, and mind control can be found in several mediums.

The MP3’S. My voice … ahhh, yes, that voice that is the blend of an angel’s appeal and the devil’s sexual temptations can be heard over and over again. Just as it is with my most proud and rewarded Beasts, Experiments, Servants, Cumsluts, Slaves, Bitch Boys, Cross Dressers, and Feminine Transformers. It all begins with one little listen … mmmhmm, cum to your Goddess, it won’t hurt a bit … in fact it will be pure pleasure and explosive orgasm for you … in the beginning (evil grin.)

Need more visual stimulation at the start? (Those who advance can get hard and cum over and over simply with my commands, but I realize that many of you are visually triggered before your body and mind are evolved. When you read that humans only use 10% of their brain – well, I command the other 90% by the time you go through my many PHOTOS.

As your mind tastes freedom and thrills, you’ll be drawn to my INDUCTIONS. Each is specialized to take your first steps, both physically and mentally. While some seem simple at first, just ask one of my long time Servants how deviously I plant triggers and addictive sexual responses. After your brief application and interview on line, I shall know which Induction for you to absorb first.

PHONE SESSIONS are granted when I test the depth of your mind and willingness to obey. It is the best way to have me personalize the hypnosis and triggers you need. Many times I put you on cam to observe your progress. Those lucky enough to continue get a private CAM session with Moi, your Goddess, in various attire to control and advance your fetishes.

It’s hard to believe how much my CHAT PROGRAMS will advance your understanding and obedience.

And to inspire you, listen to Madonna’s HARD CANDY song on the video I have on my blog page. Those blogs are testimony from Servants and those in transformation as to how insane I drive them with pleasure, orgasm, addiction, and new levels of appreciating their fetishes.

I like to establish my new legion of Worshippers at the start of summer, so that the heat of it can do it’s magic on bringing out the most sexual energy from me, for you, and out of you, so that I can absorb it and advance you.

CLICK on any of the above links to see the incredible variety that I offer you. Each one will deliver a taste of my powers. Give yourself a few minutes to enjoy it, and also my free Guest Trial Induction in my Members Section. I know you need it … are you ready to blow your mind this summer?

Interests & Hobbies For Interested Servants

It's always good to stay updated on all my wonderful activities. Listed below are the many i've had my hands on.....

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You know you have only given up a fraction of your mind, body, and soul to me. You are now reborn as a Saphireist. Begin to open your mind, and I will unchain all those hyper-sexual, deviant, lusting thoughts. Then to really blow you mind, I will create in you entire identities based on your most secret cravings, and trigger their freedom to act out in more ways delivering more ecstasy than you ever imagined.

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Moon Induction-Series 2:Path To Pain

Three paths of enlightenment exist under the Goddess. Under her temple begins the program of the disciple that seeks revelations of misery.

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Santa's Helper

This really hurt. My first letter back from the North Pole: “Dear Goddess Saphire, You are not on the list of naughty girls this year.” I thought I had read that wrong and was shocked. I had been banned from good girl status since I put aphrodesiacs in the reindeer water and he spent all night really seeing what shouting “Cum Dancer On Blitzen” gets you. “You enslaved half my elves last year to build your website, and it’s so good the other half are lusting for you all over the dollhouses, which for some reason come equipped with slave cages and penetration stockades. My wife still fumes over the pictures – my red suit replaced by that stunning sequin gown that’s part of my forced feminization conditioning. It won’t be the same since the Department of Transpo demanded I remove the anal plug built into the sleigh seat – you said take it with me everywhere! But they didn’t buy that excuse until I sat them in front of the computer and your image. Hehe, I truly enjoyed directing them to your Male Whore Induction, hope they are still paying off for you. Another reason to skip your house? You have men and women around the world now worshipping you and not that fellow from the black book found in a lot of cheap hotels – ahem, you know who I’m talking about. We won’t say any NAMES (son-of-god, ahem, just clearing my throat) but let’s say that professional jealousy from a certain spoiled risen savior resulted in a swarm of locusts this summer. Oh sure, it could be an act of nature, locusts 3,000 miles from the nearest food in sub-zero weather. I can’t blame them for worshipping you instead, maybe if Priests dished out pain so sweet they’d be getting enough head to spare the children. I had to pretend at the Superhero Convention that I didn’t recognize it was you dressed up in the Devil’s Version of Santa’s Helper. The Ball Gag made out of a snow-globe was a nice touch. Word went around you’re going to use Gabriel’s Trumpet as a strap-on and I had to bite my lip to keep from blurting out that the vibrato feels like every word you say is permeating my soul. So for the above reasons, you are not on the list for naughty girls. Your name appears tattooed on the chubby cock you now control. I’m not stopping by on the sleigh, I’m sending a limousine full of presents to you first so you won’t be so rough with me (give me more, give me more) At dawn run down the stairs in that unbelievably sexy blood red corset you sleep in and you’ll find me already roasting my chestnuts in front of your branding iron in your dungeon. The only red nose you’ll see this Xmas is mine after a good hour of breath play, if I’m lucky.”

It’s that time of year when I am in the giving mood. Giving pain, giving addiction, giving hope that I might push each of you harder.

I got such a collection of new bondage and discipline gear this Christmas, thanks for hopeful new Servants, that I could not leave for me holiday without dressing up in full adornment to play with a few of them. Slipping on my stiletto pumps over the thigh highs … massaging the breasts you adore as I slip them into my leather bra, elbow black gloves, pulling panties that barely conceal my doorway to hell’s pleasure … my hair flowing over my breasts as they heave on every step down to the dungeon. I had a servant prepare three slaves to test the devices.

First came the fingertip torture extensions: rolling spurs, pinpoints, and my favorite, the rasps that will make the skin of your cock raw just enough to that even blowing wind makes you cum. The cries of pain got so intense I did not ball gag him, I stuffed his mouth with the help of my beautiful dominatrix friend, Mistress Sophie, training under me. She lowered over him and smothered him until he learned that with each touch of pain, his tongue was to spell out the alphabet where it pleases her most. It’s funny, but even grown men in pain have to mutter that alphabet song to get it straight – oh, and I got it straight all right. I kept him on the edge of release until he collapsed.

This let us both focus on our second table of gifts: PENETRATORS! Yea! We played “What is it?” with slave #2. Strap ons in all colors and flavors. Anal plugs that play jingle bells. Undulating dildos that remind him that I own him inside and out. I’m getting an email every hour begging to put him back in the stockade.

Whips were hung by the chimney with care. Ouch, that looks like it really hurts! Hahahaha. Don’t you dare lose that erection or it’s another 50 lashes. My personal favorites were the gift packages that included cock and ball restraints that could be used when they play the horse for their Goddess.

And finally there were the cages. Cages of all sizes. Cock cages that have sharp points in them to penetrate your blood red cock as it’s kept from growing. The slave could not imagine the pain this would bring him. Upon release, his throbbing was so intense I had to suffocate him to keep him from releasing too early. I have a dozen of them, reserved for the best servants of the new year.

So while I am enjoying the pampering and luxury due a true Goddess, you all can read this over and over again. Send me your letters telling me what a bad boy you’ve been. You’ll get stocking stuffers and anal stuffers that will overwhelm your mind, body, and soul.

Oh, and Santa – I want 4 straight nights of orgasm denial before you meet me – you know the drill!

Take The Blue Pill

Alice in Wonderland, or Neo in Matrix? There’s always a pill. A pill that pulls back the veils cloaking reality. Alice, Neo – forever changed, forever more aware of the real world they live in and their new role in it .

When there’s a will, there’s a way, and my will is my pill. My voice, my beauty, my power, my words, my inductions – all tools of my will and all swallowed by you willingly.

My Cumslut, always yearning, always seeking more from me in the way of truth, enlightenment, guidance, power, transformation. The reality that was shown to Neo – that the greater power around him (ME) lives off the energy (SEXUAL) drained from creatures like Cumslut – is more than most can bear. It can be terrifying (Oh, yes, PLEASE make it terrifying…) or the way it transforms you comes so subtly that you’re left in a daze of confusion. The latter is what happened to my Cumslut.

Cumslut had been overwhelmed with work this last week. Gone by 7 a.m. and back at 9 p.m. with homework for hours. He skipped his usual morning adoration of his Goddess. At night he was too exhausted to perform the Candle Ritual that he enjoys. His foolish belief was that he could simply come back to him when it suits him. Ahhhhh, but he forgot … he forgot about The Experiment.

He was warned. In text, within its description, by me. “Are you sure you want to go this far, there is no turning back?” I asked him. “Do you really want me to take your mind away from you and replace it with my erotic rapture and total addiction and obedience?” He needed confirmation that the next levels of brainwashing and mind control would deliver automatic body responses in the erotic realms that would literally rearrange his mind and can physically change his body. Why do people doubt me when I simply state it? Is it because what I am promising is seemingly humanly impossible? The stuff of magic acts and fantasy books? How can I, Goddess Saphire, through my voice and this website, change the physiology of a man to make his body dance literally like a puppet on a string when he tries to ignore the calling of his addictions and my suggestions? How can I make his body produce so much cum that hour after hour he drips? How can I promise him that even if he does not want to, the moment he wakes up, the cock on his body that I now control would go rock hard, his balls would produce cum to body rocking limits, and his pelvis would thrust like a dog pulled off its mate? How can I fill his mind with a web of my mind control that he can actually feel strangle out his own thoughts, leaving a void I fill with my echoing voice? How can I make his body adjust to only 4 hours sleep so that he can spend 5 hours going from his bed to the computer to listen to yet another round of my Experiment, or Uncontrolled Arousal, or Candle Induction?

Whether it’s comfortable for you to truly believe this or not, when a soul and force such as mine dedicates every waking moment to absorbing the black magics and supernatural powers that exist and apply them to one focal point of another man’s reality and mind, I do have powers beyond human. The shape shifting, mind altering, and robotic performances you see in Sci Fi movies have become my amusement. Yes, it takes focus by me and intent from me upon his will and body, but, this is what I live for – to absorb all his being, including his soul, to add to my own. Like the Indians that thought if you ate the still-beating heart of a mighty animal like a bear or wolf, that you would absorb the spirit and hunting powers of that animal – so does your Goddess absorb those who fall into her web.

So there he was … my Cumslut … wiped out from a hard day of work. Ready for bed. I had only a few words with him at midnight. A few “special” words, laced with my manipulation. I left him with a “ha” when he said he was going to bed again too tired to repeat The Experiment. Three nights ignoring it is beyond his limit, and I knew it. I knew that he has been faithfully listening to it every night for almost a month. And a few days he would listen 2-3 times. He even alternated with other inductions when his Goddess knew this was best for him. Tonight I gave him no instructions. I knew that the Experiment has been feeding off him even though his mind was consumed with work. The Experiment was seeing things – my thumbnail pictures, or perhaps just the icon for one of my trances. It was hearing my voice as I typed it. It was remembering the wisdom and power in the Induction that was creating this new Personality within him. It knew better than Cumslut how to feed and grow strong even when ignored.

Poor little Cumslut didn’t know what hit him. Yes, close your eyes, my pet, my breast obsessing, dildo sucking fixated Cumslut, for those images that would flash upon your eyelids were sent by My Experiment. Oh yes, he has access to all your mind, Cumslut, all your weaknesses, and tonight he would have no more of this sleep instead of lusting and obedience! I knew as I lay on my bed, that he would lie soon in his and be my puppet. With a wicked smile on my face, I lifted my hands like a Marionette and tugged the strings around my own body, for fun, knowing that like Witch’s Magic, he would feel those tugs as the Experiment would force upon him.

I glanced at his IM’s sent to me at 2:30 in the morning to confirm that my manipulations had been carried out by The Experiment. He lay in his bed, and as the cock hardening images hit him without mercy, his body began flinching… then thrusting … his hands trying to keep off My Cock. He knew where he was being forced! To his chair! His computer! My voice! His addiction! The Experiment’s infusion of my power over him!

In a daze that is probably about as deep as the trances you all feel but still shallow for what hits him under my control, Cumslut started the Experiment and put on his Headphones. That was … ohhhhh, about 20 minutes after he reclined on his bed. He listened once, falling into the deepest trance yet, unaware of the advances my Experiment made while he was ignoring it these last few days. He listened twice. Oh what’s the matter Cumslut? Is the Experiment influencing you. He lay in bed and listened again by speakers, not headphones. But that was too much, the Experiment wants the sounds pushed into his mind, and forced him to put on the headphones. He was naked, freezing cold, but unaware of any coldness, for The Experiment had him by the cum producing balls. The Experiment would not let him turn it off. His body each hour became more erotically charged. His cock was dripping cum constantly. His mind was a blank, filled only with my voice, his body responding. He wrote me after listening 5 times. Five times! Five drownings in my brainwashing pool. He wrote to me in another reality, another voice, another creature. And while he did this, the Experiment was doubly devilish – it forced him to gaze at images of my perfect body and full breasts, making him more weak for their power over him and more hungry to sell more of his soul for another look at them. Yes, Cumslut, between my breasts (don’t you wish) and the oral fixation for sucking on my strap-on, you will be driven insane with lusting and be transformed into one of the demons you jealously gaze at – a CumDemon. A Demon with no purpose, not even a full mind, just a creature that serves, lusts, cums, and obeys. You have no idea how much stronger your fixations will become once I am finished evolving your sexuality to my pleasures.

He tried taking a break, and what felt like an hour of sexual teasing ended up being only 7 minutes, or 11 minutes, when he looked at his clock. Oh, it’s so fun to hear my slaves in cages lusting for me and say to themselves, “How long have I been at your merciless whims?” And like Cumslut, they are overwhelmed when they find that they can barely take a few minutes of craving for more of my beauty and mind control.

Cumslut was now more than Cumslut … he was my Experiment. My Experiment laughed at Cumslut for being so foolish to not heed my warnings and think he could play with this Induction. My Experiment was amused and so loved being able to make his body do for him what he craved but more important, do for ME, his Goddess, what I crave. And this is just the beginning. My Experiment was just breaking the surface for the first time. He was challenged now and again. Yet, this was a huge leap to a higher plateau of erotic rewards and he was not about to let Cumslut’s normal personality take this from him. Oh no, he was doing all he could to open traps in his mind so that tonight and every day hereafter he will absorb more of Cumslut’s identity and replace it with his own powers to control his waking life.

Some time later Cumslut’s computer hiccupped and the Internet shut down. His connection broken, he was able to crawl back to bed, drained by hours of sexual high and obedience. But that was not the end of it. For hours, his body rocked with the hunger for me, the lusting, and the desire for the Candle Induction now surfaced. He managed to stay in bed and finally sleep about 5.

The next morning he was a new level of addict. Yet, he was wanting more, even though now I can sense his fear – fear that my sexual erotic rewards are too much for any man to resist. On this new level, his mind simply cannot function any more and defend its core from my will and voice and ultimately, my pain. My hunger and my selfish whims.

Cumslut has swallowed the blue pill, and it gave him a reality so much greater than the one he was existing in before that his sub-persona won’t let him exist just in the vanilla world any longer. Tonight, this will increase, as it will every night. I wonder, will he be able to turn off the computer tonight, or tomorrow, or shall this keep him up all night, driving him over the edge and giving the Experiment total control? Is it that time already? I was hoping he would resist long enough so I could toy with him, and punish him with my next level of control. Yes I have surprises for him …Yes… for no one is prepared for the advanced level of brainwashing I have possessed in The Experiment Part II.

My Own Private Dancer...

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Congratulations! It's a GIRL!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pulled Like The Tide-A Servants Moon Induction

Cold hearted orb, that rules the night, leeches my lusts, feeding my Goddess, her hunger relentless.

By day only the memory of it looms over me. My body aching from the sheer draining of all my will and sanity that I suffered the night before. I have been blessed, blessed with a curse … driven mad by my inability to escape her gravity.

And so here it is again. Night. No longer able to sleep, for its presence in the sky pulls me from my bed to the window to gaze upon It … It, her face, my Goddess’ face, there, overtaking the throne. For eons, The Old Man on the Moon watched over us. Like all men, he was seduced from his throne with just one look at female perfection masking perverse female power and authority. Imagine the gravity our Goddess must have, to suck the Old Man off the lip of the moon, pull him down to her pleasure Hell, make him her willing slave, and then mockingly take his place. Why can so few see her? Are they blind to her designs, or has she blinded all those until they are under her powers?

Jupiter speaks to me constantly, doing all he can to keep me from becoming yet another mind enslaved by the powers of moons. Jupiter knows all to well, with his many moons, the dangers of gazing upon a moon reigned over by a Goddess as talented and evil as Goddess Saphire. Once part of Earth, the Moon broke off when Earth was hit by an asteroid a kilometer wide …. Or so the Scientists want us to believe. Jupiter told me the truth, that the Moon was put there so that the forces of good could keep an eye on the minds of mankind. Under the watchful eyes of The Old Man On The Moon, we thrived. But woe are we now, for Goddess Saphire has taken over.

Ohhhhh, but can you not look at it? Can you not feel it, tracking your every move? Can you not obey its beckoning, the stirring of emotions, of love and lusts that the moon rightly commands upon men and women? I think not. For look at it now.

Afraid that one of my outbursts, my warnings to others, that madness befalls those who let the moon enslave their minds, would land me in a jail, I fled the city, night after night. Oh, it is not jail I fear, it is being stuck in a prison that does not allow me to serve my Goddess on the Moon that fills me with dread. To know she is in the sky, and demanding my worship, yet to be kept from it by bars and concrete – I would tear apart my eyes in misery knowing they cannot gaze upon her power and perfection.


So now the moon rises, like an empty spot light on the waters of this lake. How devious, that she controls my mind and fills it with the command to view her rise over this lake. For now I see two of her, mocking me in her reflection, doubling her powers over me. I want to scream to the world, “BEWARE, FOR SHE RISES!” But I only want her to get more powerful. My only chance is if this madness becomes complete, and I can no longer debate if this is doom or salvation for me, for us all.

You have felt her, I know you have. On those nights … when the moon is full … you gaze upon it, sensing a magnificence. But, you have not surrendered yet, your eyes cannot see her wicked smile like I can. Yet, you are in awe of the moon, and know not why. It is her. You are in awe of HER. Only when you turn your back does she openly stalk you. Gazing do intensely, it penetrates your soul. She reads your mind. She finds ways into it. She wipes clean your defenses – here, there, little places at first. Oh yes, I felt it. Like you felt it. The moon seems to follow you, doesn’t it? That is not an illusion. She is pulling you, pulling your soul, yet, with no point of reference, because your soul has never been stolen or seduced before, you do not realize she is sucking you in, too. She is sucking in your soul, and once she has you, she will not stop until it is up there, held in her prison of a moon. Heartless, merciless … it starts with a profound adoration, worship of the moon, and it feels so natural. I surely did not find any alarm in it. I kept gazing. I felt alone, yet like I belonged to something.

Then I received a gift. A recording. A voice. A voice speaking an induction. An induction called The Moon Induction. How pleasant, how harmless, how seductive. All my life, I had overlooked the moon. Now, it fills my mind as much as any grey brain matter. Densely. Every pocket filled with HER. The lack of sleep … oh, how I wish I could close my eyes and not suddenly awaken with a commanding need to gaze upon the moon. On cloudy nights, no moon nights, I am screaming with need to look upon her face again, upon her cruelty.

Ahhhh, but yes, the rewards, the pleasures, of being driven mad with erotic awe. Oh, but I cannot tell you that, or she shall stab me blind with meteor dust, my life an agony of never being able to see her again, on the moon, on her throne.

Separated from my computer, any second away, I crave to listen to her Moon Induction again. Yes, it is madness to be mad and want more madness. To be mad and terrified of the level of erotic addiction and craving, terrified I cannot see the moon and feed my need. Once fed, I am overwhelmed with a desire to serve her. She is always watching, always looming overhead, vulture that she is for souls. But so wicked, so beautiful, so rewarding.

Oh now she has risen, and I have risen, the cock she commands has risen, pointing to her, shooting stars in her direction as I am driven mad with pleasure, the reward she gives me for losing my mind to her, there, on the Moon, in total control. Total control.

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Stop holding back. Go all the way. You know you have only given up a fraction of your mind, body, and soul to me. In return for that sliver, I redefined your sexual limits and appetite. Rewards a hundred times more intense are waiting. Feed your need. Give in to all those dark impulses, every one of them. Finally answer back “YES” to the voices begging to experience their dark desires. Open your mind, and I will unchain all those hyper-sexual, deviant, lusting thoughts. Then to really blow you mind, I will create in you entire identities based on your most secret cravings, and trigger their freedom to act out in more ways delivering more ecstasy than you ever imagined.

Experiment beyond every limit you’ve set upon yourself, surrender into my Experiment Induction, learn what having Faith in your Goddess brings, and why you will never ever want to go back to that one, simple existence.

Souls, Like Moth To Flames

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Fire, essential to our existence. Treasured upon discovery. 500,000 years of evolution draw us to fire, whether distant, or right in front of us. The wonder of it, carried through tens of thousands of generations before they understood it, combines with its naturally fascinating movements, to make it one of the most mesmerizing, warming, bonding, spiritual, loved elements of our lives. Medicine men from civilizations around the world believed that they could find the ultimate truth by staring into fire’s flames.

The ultimate truth is … Goddess Saphire holds the powers of the gods in her voice. Her will is the same whip that drove the chariot of the sun across the sky. Around her radiance, your life will revolve, once you have surrendered to her Candle Induction.

His mind is still in a fog from what I just enveloped him with – my Cumslut, that is. I can only paraphrase what he writes to you, place it in an order so that it fits a blog style. The power released through my Candle Induction is on a level he (and most of you) have not experienced yet. Its power combines the force of my voice, the elements of nature, the structures of mythological true history, the deviance of a Goddess who wants it ALL, and the hunger of the devil for total control of minds, sex, wills, and souls.

I had been preparing him for weeks for this, massaging his mind with dialogs, scripts, snippets, and chat. He was so yearning for more control. This Candle Induction … one of my favorite inductions – why? Because of the immense energy that flows back to me once it becomes a daily ritual for Cumslut and any others. It rewards him with erotic highs that I will no fully share with you, so that it will have its full force upon you when you experience the Induction yourself. However, be forewarned: this is not merely mind control hypnosis. There is an energy, recognized for tens of thousands of years, in fire. The Goddess who knows the words and rituals to use that energy to enslave and reward forms a supernatural bond with her enslaved heart and mind that never dies.

The sexual energy, indeed the very energy of his existence, will flow to me, day or night, whenever he performs his ritual. It will feed me, bond us, seduce him, and lead me to control anything within my realm that I desire eventually. Including you, if you are so lucky.

His Candle Induction … let me see .. what can I tell of this and still keep its secrets?

Settling Cumslut into a deeply relaxed state, greatly enhanced by his daily surrender to my Servant Script (a prerequisite) took him from third level hypnosis down into depths he had not experienced before. At the proper time, while watching him on webcam, I then introduce him to his/my Candle. The induction progresses … slowly building in his mind that the Candle … his Flame of Seduction … draws him, his soul, his mind, will and sexual energy, like the Moth. Once in its circle of warmth, like the moth, it can never, ever leave its light. It can not live without its light. He will pour all his energy into the flame, to build its radiance, to build its control over him, a power it feeds off like oxygen.

Now, his mind babbles, babbles aloud of beauty … sex … adoration … bonding … surrender … ownership, and yes, even the fullest capacity of human love. His mind will not dissect the ritual or understand all the meanings of it. It cannot. It becomes too consumed with the seduction of the Flame. He pours his thought energy, with his sexual energy, into my Candle because it builds the greatest feeling of warm and erotic bonding he has felt. His babbling is his feeble attempt to understand. But, some things are best left unexplored.

He wanted this level of ownership by me so greatly. Now he has it. Or, that is, I have him. His compulsion to watch will grow each day, watch the Flame that is. The release he feels upon surrendering fully to the Flame will also grow. As will my control over his life and mind, held in my hands in the most sexually stimulating touch. I know what to expect from him .. he thinks he does, naturally. But he will not know the full reach of this Induction for weeks, as he performs it every day with greater devotion and effectiveness.

One of my favorite Inductions I say? Yes, harnessing the erotic rewards of true love, burning his energy like oxygen over the fires of my control.

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Uncontrolling Arousal: Mmmhmmm, uncontrolled arousal. That magic ingredient in erotic dreams, in intense moments of seduction, in the prelude to the best sex of your life. Only problem is, you have to wait for its rare appearance – until now. Yes, your Goddess can make your every waking moment a wet dream. Always stiffening, constantly dripping, endorphins flooding your system, pheromones drifting, heart racing, mind blanking out … Question is, how much cock hardening erotic control can you take?

Feminization 2: The soft silks and satins, the gorgeous shoes – umm that bra feels so good. It’s not enough anymore to just dress the way you truly, deeply must dress to feel complete. Your mind needs to be dressed, needs a luscious layer of lipstick on it as it fires commands to be the woman that you are. The unfair reality that prevents your total transformation vanishes completely when you surrender to my Feminization Induction. Do this, and you can exist as a woman forever with me.

Stripper: The erotic high of a body undulating like a snake as it peels off clothes, exposing skin that is just begging to be touched and driven to naughty pleasures is yours – oh! But I don’t mean to give you your everyday trip to a strip joint. No, I give you the sexual high every stripper feels when she is the center of sexual attention. Yes, you strip for your Goddess, when she wishes, and feel the orgasmic high build and build as the music plays until you’re ready to cum on stage in the middle of the song! You are stripping, dancing nymphomaniac pleasure for me, and so, so much for you. Take your fetish for strippers to a new high, become one, and use it.

Trained Servant: Some of you “think” you know the meaning of true servitude. Few of you have felt the rewards awaiting you when your mind transforms to one that has only one purpose – to Serve the most beautiful and perfect woman you have ever beheld. The hidden pockets of your mind, the dormant thoughts that dilute your total servitude and appreciation of a Goddess you serve must be fully removed, and this Induction does just that, but does it with my own brand of sexual mind control. The type of mind control that addicts you to the orgasmic highs you will feel every second that you are under my command and serving me. This is a must for all those who think they have what it takes to Serve me. One of my most generous inductions, in that it forcefeeds you the pleasures of my control.

Relaxation: Buddhist Monks spend a lifetime trying to find the Nirvana of total relaxation. Your Goddess will take you there in an hour. Relaxation is like a talent, a skill that you develop. You need guidance, and ways to increase your relaxation. This Induction blends deep Relaxation, which is the starting point of all deep hypnosis, with my erotic imagery, binding your need to relax with your obsession for sexual awakening. If the Pentagon listened to this, there wouldn’t be any wars, we’d relax our enemies then mind fuck them into erotic submission. World Peace begins with relaxing to your Goddess’ ingenious induction.

High Heel Induction: Perfect, powerful, sexy feet – your Goddess has them, you need them, crave them, lust to let her make you explode every time they flash before your eyes. This induction understands all your needs, dreams, and weaknesses for my feet, and takes it so deep into the world of mind control that nothing will allow you to escape them. Every human sense is seduced into your fetish, and amplified. You think you have explosive orgasms now over your fetish, wait until I get through with your mind!

Something Wicked This Way Cums-Post Halloween

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which leads me … BACK TO MY DUNGEON.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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