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.

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!

Escape To Pleasure

“You’re in pain because you haven’t had a two hour hard-on in twenty years. Get used to it, because I’m going to trigger then three times a day until you’re back in college form. This is what you begged for without opening your mouth, and now you’re mine. Say it. Beg until I know you’ve opened your innermost core to my control.”

He kneels before me, his face inches from those parts of me he has obsessed to touch, and I can see in his face the awe building as I am the first women to truly understand him. Not that he is complex. While he spoke, volumes of truth he was still too afraid to admit to himself reached my dominant soul. Like so many married men, it takes a master such as myself to artfully dredge the depths of the emotional crap and ego assaults he has had to endure to live up to the ideals of a perfect husband. His fantasies are unique, yet common, as he is unique, yet commonly just a man, after all. A man who once had dreams, who once had freedom, who once had a cock so hard that girls would ache from it and for it again.

A mere woman who weds him cannot and should not belittle her own need. But the manners in which she dominates him can also cripple him from being the man she wants him to be. The man he longs to be, and might remember. Or maybe just the man that he slaved away for 20 years to be – one who make more than enough for his family, so that all extra can be lavished to serve his needs to be a sexual animal again. Only in my realm, the sexual animal that I release in him is controlled by my superior mind control powers. I chuckle to myself when a new married man comes under my crosshairs, and I see him spilling his guts about his past, his future desires, and his fantasies. He has no idea that some one else, some woman, can command his body and mind to better end results and periods of total sexual euphoria than he can because he’s never truly surrendered to one as powerful and skilled as this Goddess before him. Keeping him hard, training him to embrace his sexual fantasies at ten times the level he understands as his limits is easy for me. The meandering path he walks to the point of initial submission is far longer than it has to be in some cases, but I know where it will end. It will end before me, with me gazing down at him, like I was gazing down at Mr. Happily Married Country Club Man that I addressed in the opening paragraph.

“Oh I can feel it now… our erotic needs building. Your body reacts to my words, reacts to the body you see on your screen and the voice you hear. I’ve got control now. I’m not letting go until you are tormented with your own building sexual energy. Your cock needs my control, you can feel it thickening as you read my books. It’s too late to turn back, you know I have seen inside you, and can deliver what you need. Mmmm, I can feel it tingling my nipples, and traveling down to my thighs, my lips. This is what makes me wet, this is what makes my sexual powers grow – your lust for me. Give it to me, make me feel it, and don’t turn back.”

They say all the great men are married, and I agree. They were superior catches “when” they were married. But a lifetime of sucking out of him what he likes about himself changes him, makes him afraid of what he could be if he was freed. But he cannot get there by himself, and he and I know that, it is his “safety.” It is the safe way to contemplate what he should be doing and acting out at the very moment he meets me, or reads this. It is save because I am not yet in his mind, recreating his world so that he is freed within my arena of superior control and power over his body.

The men who accept that I can return to them the sexual energy, the mental freedom, the emotional euphoria that they vaguely remember from college days never leave me. They never regret a moment with me. They never look back with seething anger at me. They never imagine being unimpressed with my beauty, or nearly fucked to death by my mind, will, body, and toys. I drag them like begging sexual animals overwhelmed by their own desires to a world in which they have no limits in what they experience.

If you could only imagine the pleasure you have ahead of you. Hmmm, perhaps a glimpse from my eyes will help.

My eyes see more than any woman you’ve met. So when I pass my eyes over you, I see not the button down workaholic. My senses pick up your sexual history like a Geiger Counter, ticking away as I see right through you. I see your exploits, I see your cock getting hard in your pants as I allow my sexual energy to wrap around you when I gaze into your eyes. I’m already working within your mind, you just don’t know it. My subtle gestures, my words, the flick of my lips, my hand with red fingernails resting along a slim leg that becomes easy for you to imagine wrapped around your neck and back – I know what it’s doing to you. It’s make your pre-cum drip from that hard cock of yours. I watch your eyes glaze slightly, knowing that if I speak up just a bit, your subconscious mind hears amid the din of the room that I’m answering your fantasies. Few women could care less about pushing you beyond the limits you have accepted and breaking them until you experience the mind-blowing orgasms and rock hard manhood you always should have. But for me, it’s part of my total control over you, over owning you.

You have perverse desires. Extreme needs. You think no one can open up your world to live up to your fetish imagination. Hah, that makes me laugh, but also warm and erotically charged. I’ve had men like you in my hands, under my control, on the verge of tears after experiencing my level of sexual foreplay – which includes training you to live up to MY sexual needs and desires. Those worries of not being able to perform, of not being able to pleasure a woman for hour after hour fade away.

“Mmmm, if you could only be ME right now … looking down on my breasts spilling out of my bra. Spilling out because knowing what I’m doing to your mind and body as you read makes me twist around in my chair in anticipation. Yes, I can see you already, bound in leather, or tied to a bed with every cell in your body and every thought in your mind focused on pleasing me, and releasing. It is so wonderful to feel my blood coursing through my body, making it flush, making it slick with sexual tension. I will surely have to do something about this soon. Luckily I have a sexual slave nearby, eager to service me orally and in any painful way after that I dream up. “

The mind controls the body. My mind controls more of your body than you can because your mind is scattered in focus. My focus on your sexual energy, and giving it to me in return for living in a realm of pleasure does not fit in your conscious mind. I control you through your subconscious mind. Hmmm, how shall I explain how I do this? Example?

Mr. Good Husband … yes he had his wild days, in the Frat, on vacations in Vegas, in Florida. But with sex regulated to one night a week if all goes well, and it’s unfulfilling, sex is the last thing on his mind. Until I got into it. His mind that is. It began with some on-line exploration, me of his life, him of my powers. He knew that my body could make him cum, but, he needs more than wallpaper porn to evolve him into the man he was and wants. I worked in unnoticed ways, him thinking he’s playing along, unsure of the outcome. Then I revealed my progress in control.

“Sit at your desk and when you receive my trigger, your body will begin producing cum as if you’re about to orgasm. And as it does so, your awareness will turn to me, in your subconscious every command I gave you under erotic hypnosis will be executed by your body. This will deepen my control, until your body is overwhelmed with your sex drive. Your cock will throb as it drips pre-cum down your leg. You will remember my commanding you in trance, but that will be overwhelmed with how I am transforming your body. You will become a sex toy to me, one that I can start up, and you perform like an Olympic level sex machine, living out every one of your hidden desires.”

That would be the message. But the dialog he hears is more clipped. “Spurt.” “Harden.” “Throb.” “Nipples.” “Lips.” “Asshole.” “Dildo.” “Leather.” “Smell.” Images that make him drip cum, that make his body feel as if it’s being invaded with an alien sexual energy flash across his eyelids when he closes them. He’ll see what I programmed him to see after I leaned his weaknesses and desires. I planted in Good Husband’s mind over a hundred images and sensations of lips sucking his cock. So many that individual images overlap to create stop action motion pictures in his mind so overwhelming that his ass starts to thrust at the desk in front of him like he’s fucking it. He lost control of his body some days, his thighs aching from the tension of pushing out so much pre-cum. When I finally let him listen to my mp3 in the executive men’s room, or on the drive home, he cums so hard it shoots over his shoulder. Each day I build up his ability to make cum until it’s overwhelming, and that is how I want it, overwhelming to the point that it changes his body back into the sex machine it was. And only I can do that.

“I’m sitting before you, in my lace black corset and thigh-highs. Heat radiates from my torso. You cannot stop watching my inner thighs, though you know that one look to my tits, heaving up as I take breaths, would make you explode. Yet you are commanded to look and desire, desire my flesh, my hot lips in front of your face. As I consume your conscious mind with what it sees, I control you subconscious mind and therefore every inch of your body. Especially your tongue and cock. “

A Goddess of Sexual Control opens her legs for you? You damn well know you’re going to give the best oral sex of your life. A pussy more gorgeous, more perfect, more delicious than anything you remember is inches from your hungry tongue. All those years of learning the best techniques, finally I will gather them. I will make you my oral sex slave. Your tongue will be worked out like you would work your biceps in college. Your tongue will lick within my honey walls of control until your mind is nearly dissolved with passion, lust, and my hypnotically controlling words. And while you serve me on your knees, your cock throbs, dripping, waiting to be satisfied.

I live for this control, for seeing your body before me, for dragging out of you the energy and craving for a perfect female form. I am that form. And unlike other women, I have the power to transform you. You must let me in. Your cock is throbbing now. If I were in your mind, as I will be soon, it would be teased and pleased and controlled daily until it is once again your ultimate source of pride – pride under my control. The resentment you feel for being so socially confined, for not being rewarded for your sacrifices, for not being recognized as a man guilt to please a woman – all this evaporates from your stressful life. You have something to live for again – pleasing me. For in pleasing me, I deliver you to who you once were. Only now, you exist for my pleasure, for my improvement. For my rewards.

The ultimate present, the ultimate sexual high, is yours, though it is modified to fit my lifestyle and dominance.

“You tilt your head back, I grab your chin and brow, and penetrate your mouth with the most erotic, mind controlling kiss of your life – a kiss of death to your old self.”

You have no idea how well you can please me when I have bent you over my pleasure benches, or when I have spread eagle your body before my whips, or my kneeling female sex slaves, there only to service those men who please me most. For it is their purpose to please me too, in any way I command. Your fantasies, however uncommon, will be unbound. I will release them from the chains of your daily life. They will come alive in front of me, or in front of your computer screen. Imagine my taking your mind, and placing in your hands feet that you worship until you orgasm without touching. This is my realm of pleasure. Example again.

Orgasms during sleep were a memory to one betrothed man. I knew he still had it in him. Sit in front of the computer and go through my exercises, through my training like he did. And then live his pleasure – night after night of erotic half-dreams, feelings of lips sucking his pulsing cock until it covered him in wet obedience. He begged for this, and I hit him with it so hard that he almost begged to make me stop. His wife, preferring to sleep in her own bed, slept through his hours of release so drawn out it was agony. His body would twist under the sheets as he felt hands and lips around him. A form of me, an extension of my power, was trained to visit him nightly, sucking hin dry, sucking him into submission.

“You have no idea how it feels to have so much sexual power in one body that it literally shapes you into the form I am in now. My very mental power designed this body as I grew up until it was pure sex, pure beauty, pure satisfaction. The skin is so soft, and it tastes so good. My lips so full, so powerful when they wrap around anything, whether it is your brain or your balls. And between my legs, I have the power to make you explode and hold you until you repeat again and again, as your mind is trained to do. You’re so ready to give it to me. But the mind must submit before the body has its turn. And of course, there might be the enslavement, pain, or denial , or perhaps a total body transformation that you need to be complete. I deliver that with my silver tongue and genius, wicked, sexual mind.”

And these examples are mild compared to what happens when you have pleased me so much that I invite you to visit and serve your Goddess in the flesh. To be in my presence to live out your inner sexual needs will be the high point of your life, the reason for 20 years of thankless work to make enough money and time for a woman like me. It is your re-birth into sexuality. Into happiness.

I will present a few choice stories of how perfectly I complete the lives of a man who is married yet needing my control. Look for them. Better yet, do what you came her to do. Live them. Begin now. Let my mind and soul take your body beyond where you imagine, into the world of pleasure only I can bring you.

“Enlightening you burns me with a need to release my powers on some lucky Servant. Hmm, now, who is most pleasing to me lately? Who has shown the most need for my control? Who has treated me to obedience and care? Ah, yes, you there, you with the hard cock and aching balls. You with the fetish only I can please. Open your mind. For you are about to get the mind-fucking of a lifetime. And this is just the beginning to real time pleasure at my feet, in my dungeon, in my realm of erotic control over you.”

Honor Thy Goddess

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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We both know what you seek – an erotic existence beyond what you can imagine, and a purpose greater than your past. You want the mind—blowing presence of my beauty and genius to hit you the moment you sit at your computer. My wickedly sexual and artistic screensavers tease your eyes, transforming your will and body second upon second. There should be rules against an image this addicting and erotic, but my devilish laugh answers that with the truth that you don’t want any limits on how deeply and how relentlessly I deliver you to the greatest sexual and hypnotic existence. By purchasing one of the screensavers above, you adapt to my being part of your every thought and moment.

Call Of The Wild

P-rrrrrrrrrrr … you can almost feel that “word” resounding in your eardrum, echoing in your mind even before it’s heard, or even if it’s never heard. P-rrrrrrrrr … that cat-like sound seduces everyone. It penetrates your mind, vibrating your conscious, subconscious, and soul, opening them up, making you want to be part of it. You can’t escape the desire to get more of it, or inspire more of it, that is human nature. Sound combines with all the other senses, all your memories, and all your dreams. That is why we can be infuriated behind the wheel of a car, and the moment a great song triggers a memory, we’re suddenly on top of the world, gleeful and open, forgetting everything except what that sound inspires in us.

Sometimes I like to envision the human mind as an object. This simultaneously can give it mystery and substance. It may be a puzzle to unlock one day, or a small evasive creature to trap the next. In the most engaging and powerfully bonding moments, I see it as somewhat of an amoeba … an organism that is constantly changing shapes, with solid boundaries that respond to stimulation and can be shaped into anything that it wants to survive, and anything I want to evolve it. As I listen and observe, I apply my stimulation to it, view the response, re-apply more specific stimulation, then watch it grow as my stimulation divides it and evolves it to be a more dynamic, thriving, and greater surviving creature unto itself. Watching it grow under my stimulation is breathtaking, consuming, and feeds me immense power while it feeds you, the mind, what you need to evolve into your dreams. My stimulation is much like a P-rrrrrrrrrr … one that enters through your ear, the memory of its pleasure planted into your amoeba-like mind again and again and again so that it is part of the altering stimulation in every division of thought and pleasure you can imagine over my control periods with you.

Anyone who has listened to my recordings can tell you that my voice (mind’s mouthpiece) has rather supernatural appeal, much like the P-rrrrrr. Learning hypnosis at such a young age, and then following that with advanced study of dominance and mind control, I became aware of the power of my voice when it could be trained to be an artistic implement, a tool specialized to sculpt, cure, or excise what you and I both desire – unimaginable erotic experiences and evolution under my guidance. In my recordings, I have taken all my mastery to design dialogs that will help open your mind, body, and soul to what almost no other woman on Earth could ever give you or make happen in you. As powerful as they are, they must be “generalized” so that the people paying for a transforming control and experience (You) get far more than they had hoped for. And, my legions of worshippers, servants, slaves, and hopefuls attest to that I deliver and deliver and deliver until it is addictive and life changing. Think for a moment on that … What I deliver via my voice and wisdom and authority is so remarkable that others yearn for it to completely take over or at least alter their entire life and understanding of themselves. It is a gift and yet also a mastery that cannot be denied, and once engaged in it, cannot be avoided or diminished.

I read a fact that amazed me, though it should not have: the trained singing voice is more versatile than any musical instrument, and its notes hit upon more receptors in the brain that burn in immortal memories than any other audio stimulation. Go to an opera, and you will see professional hit men reduced to tears in a few seconds of passionate singing. That voice penetrates, and there is something else – a bond between singer and listener. While the singer might sing to many, his or her voice still develops a “personal” entrance into the mind of the listeners. This is a bit like the “lock and key” psychology that is integral to BDSM, and surely integral to advanced mind control. The slight adjustments the human brain can do to incoming opera singing – or my incoming voice – is different when you are hearing me live, over the phone, rather than in recordings. And there is another very powerful difference between listening to my voice over recordings and listening to it over the phone.

As I mentioned, the mind is somewhat like an amoeba constantly changing shapes to feel out its stimulation and get its direction. I get a sense of it through your emails, chats, or purchases. However, there is nothing that can compare to listening to me, and my listening to you, over the phone when it comes to how greatly I can deliver my erotic control and life changing stimulation. This makes sense to you, doesn’t it? As you talk to people, your mind instantaneously assesses what they say and adjusts to it. When we are afraid, we try to escape in mind and dialog, and when we are entertained, inspired, or aroused, we move to embrace it. While the normal person barely listens to you, my mind and soul are trained to be masters at detecting your greater desires. Sometimes you may not even know what you truly desire, and yet, talking to me, a master, I see what should be obvious to you, and peel away your layers of defense or limit your evasive moves until you accept it and then ultimately enjoy it at the hands of your Goddess Saphire. A few examples help you see just how much you would crave what you reap from live phone calls.

I have a man who is very powerful under my erotic hypnotic control. He’s quite strong and wise in his arena in New York City, which by all means is a competitive arena. He was drawn to erotic mind control for a while, yet got little from the rather pedestrian and sometimes outright false websites promising hypnotic delights. He felt he was too smart for them, and he was, for his mind could always think ahead and outsmart the devices/recordings. He came to my site, and saw how intricately it was designed, and how specified I had made what I offered. This opened him up to try a few recordings, which did deliver enough so that he began conversing with me through e mail. Though he expected little more to come from hearing my voice, he called me to thank me for being professional and “the real deal.” He was completely unprepared for how much more effective my voice is during a live conversation. As he spoke, I listened at first. I already knew a few things about him. But, the pauses, the wavers in his voice, the change in pitch, the nervous laughs, verbal responses – they all were elements in a higher equation that solves complete guidance of his mind and soul. As he moved to evade, I counter-moved and trapped. As he revealed, I was able to catch him in a moment of openness to show him how he hadn’t really fully revealed at all. When I saw an open door, I made him hold it open for me and inspected what is inside, then changed the lock on it to my own designs before exiting that room of his subconscious. He was aware of this, and yet unaware of how proficient I am at this. He thought he could control my inspection and subsequent use of what we shared because he could control the recordings. He was alarmingly, pleasantly, overwhelmingly wrong. He had opened his mind to a gifted spirit of deeper psychological surgeon, and I cut away the useless rot to reveal to him in these live conversations his true ailments, cures, and redesign. By the fourth or fifth call, it was more like I was a plastic surgeon; now working on the outside to show to his own eyes how different he looked to me and himself through our live talks on the phone.

The mind chooses our words, and they are safe choices, especially in e mails and lesser in chat, but they still fake or protect you. Live, on the phone, I can detect your lies, fakes, evasions, desires, needs, weaknesses, strengths, and your ultimate value to me as a woman who spent her entire life force perfecting how to control you until you become what you truly desire. This is an erotic experience, as you know, but what about the part that isn’t so “flashy?” It is also an experience in gaining self-respect. You, like most people, run from your dreams, you hide from your own ability, you ignore your potential, you deny your lusts, you protect your vulnerable soul – YOU ARE YOUR OWN WORSE OBSTACLE TO WHAT YOU DEEPLY, TRULY, CEASLESSLY WANT TO BE! And this will go on forever if you wish to die unfulfilled, looking back on a lifetime of not letting yourself listen to what would shape you and overcome a lacking life.

On the phone, talking to your Goddess, you cannot hide. You cannot deflect. You cannot be your own worst obstacle. You must give in. I will foresee your ultimate goal. In a live talk, I will be able to be SPECIFIC in dissecting your mind and revealing both what ails you and what will cure you. From these calls onward, I will have information on how your mind works and how you respond (deflect or ignore) my guidance. I will know what you really need and mean.

Through our live talks on the phone, there is another unimaginably transforming and pleasurable element … I plant the seeds of my energy into your subconscious in your most fertile mental soil, moment by moment. The memory of it is far more valuable than the few dollars you might spend on other things. A 10 minute call or a 2 hour call deliver differing depths and information, yet they both deliver the period of time in which I can watch you through your voice as a living, breathing creature that needs what only I can deliver. You and your subconscious remember this bond, remember the truth revealed, and it is sensational. Like waves upon the shore, the memory keeps breaking upon your walls that hold you back from what you desire, in a human way that recordings cannot. What I hear most often, in fact from those who call me, is the word, “Cherish.” They cherish our talks, long or short. It’s a gem. Some call it the only meaningful or fulfilling dialog they have all week or year. The man who is married who cannot stand his wife’s voice – my voice is like the song of the Sirens calling him to distant shores of meaning and fulfillment, places where he matters, is unique and incredible even in his submission to me. He is the man who he knows and was, who needs to be freed to experience himself, and on top of that, his fetishes and secrets. He may be the man who is dominant all day long, but when he dials his phone and hears my voice live, his entire body relaxes, and begins producing the intoxicating chemicals that bring pleasure.

Another example is my Cumslut, whom you all might know. He is very gifted also, very self protective and also very driven. He can respond in a split second to me while typing in IM. He has a feeling of safety in his typing. But when I surprise him with a call on the phone, he’s nearly incapable of talking for a few minutes. My true power over him hits him like a stunning thunderbolt. His mind cannot escape how much he adores me and bows to my power and the secrets I hold over him. His body shakes with both vulnerability and released excitement. He won’t notice until later but his cock which I control, which is now my cock for all means and purposes, begins to seep out the juices of erotic stimulation and thrill. Yes, he has trained under me for some time. And obeys and follows my training, which includes an array of recording conditioning and listening. But nothing delivers to him the full force of my voice like hearing me over the phone. I love being me at all times, but to get him or my NY executive on the phone, and to gauge how every word I say penetrates him like a P-rrrrr … It’s like an orgasmic dessert of mind control. In three minutes – hell, in one minute, I can deliver a blow to his evasive soul that consumes him with erotic pleasure while planting seeds within him. I can trigger him into a conditioned response that he cannot stop. The memory of him acting out even my simpler commands prove to him that I am taking control of his pleasure and mind for his own good. The actions a year ago that might only take two minutes keep coming up in his mind. If he’s driving, every time he drives past, he goes under my control for a moment, reminding him that I am what he wants, I am the keymaster to his locked doors of experiences he desired all his life. In addition, I hear him and others fall in lust and love with my lightning wit, which can only be fully appreciated live. Your Goddess is more than a disciplinarian, she shall embody every aspect a female can possess, including wit, warmth of voice, calm, sexuality, surprise, and guidance – all starting with live phone conversation.

To hear your voice on the phone will bring to you the spontaneous genius of your Goddess of divine rewards and power. It will bring you overwhelming orgasms both mental and physical, as it can also bring you moments of surrender or obedience involving whatever fetish or fantasy you dream to experience. Yes, my recordings are seductive. Yes, they can bring you what you desire, and can even evolve you and change your body, will, and mind. But nothing can prepare you for the stronger connection you get with your Goddess when you talk live to me on the phone. Even now, with all my experience, I salivate knowing the taste of your dreams that comes to me when you call me on the phone. You bring to me, your Goddess, the most gifted mind control beauty you have ever been lucky enough to talk to, all of your secrets, all your vulnerable entrances, you open your doors like you cannot through emails. You give me the keys to your pleasures on the phone. You show me who you really are.

More important, the unimaginable high levels of my beauty, sexual power, mind control, and ability to transform you begin to be known to you. Like the P-rrrrr, it penetrates your ear and becomes the most irresistible sound you can remember.

You know you want this. This is why you sought me out. This is why you need so much in life now. Aren’t you tired of needing and not getting? Haven’t you hid from your dreams long enough? Isn’t it time to do what is so simple, what will open all those doors? I know you want to show your Goddess what you’re afraid to show the world, and you want to do it in a way that is alive, that is most effective and sure to bring you what you desired for so long. You want to be more than words on a screen. You want to be part of my world, and want me to be in control of yours until you get all and more than you wished for.

You want a living interaction with a beautiful woman of authority who is such a master at mind control that she will transform you in real time over the phone, and get 100 times the secrets from you in that call than you could ever deliver in text because she enters you through your live voice and hearing. She becomes part of you in a guiding or dominant way.

This is what you wish for, for the touch, the live touch of your Goddess into your mind and soul. I know this, and I enjoy this time of the day more than any other except the time of day spent with Real Time Servants and Slaves in my Dungeon and training home. This is your desire and destiny, and it starts with a simple call. Get to know your Goddess’ voice live, and you will get her specific genius applied to you, and it shall evolve you into someone you love as your new self, and she recognizes as a being of value to her, worthy of her special attention and energy.

YOU’VE BEEN SERVED!

Your Goddess and her two gorgeous girlfriends froze in the spotlight of military helicopters hovering overhead. S.W.A.T. closed off both sides of the bridge. The intercept jets sent from the base tipped their wings as they broke the sound barrier to get to us. The Coast Guard blockaded the harbor. Evacuation of women and children first would be announced any minute over the news stations. Guilianni arrived to stress that he had lived through this sort of threat and would lead New Yorkers to peace of mind. Homeland Security once again had thwarted terrorism!

Security forces of America combined to stop us after we took a picture inside our car as it rolled across the Tri-State Bridge at 5 a.m..

All right, so, it wasn’t S.W.A.T., jets, and panic – the idea that the three of us was a real terrorist threat is for real. In reality, it was just one pathetic jerk, city cop Officer Petrocelli, in all his asswipe glory, trying to play hero to impress the girls. He failed miserably, and tried his intimidation routine. Only the blow by blow details will show what I put up with, and the devil knows I’m not the one to try to intimidate.

Backing up a few hours … I went into New York City for a wonderful night of dining and socializing with three women that epitomize the value of females in wit and flawless form. We took a dozen pictures during the night. The picture part is as simple as it sounds, we took a flash picture while crossing the bridge. When we rolled up to the toll booth, the duty cop on that beat – Officer Petrocelli – had already trotted over from the warmth of the main office. We heard, “Pay the toll and surrender your camera, then pull over your car and keep your hands where we can see them.” We were so stunned we snickered. But Pedo-celli had a hand on his gun and was doing that obnoxious finger pointing that goes along with Intimidation 101.

The play-by-play shows what happens when small minded men are given the chance to show off and abuse his authority to keep the respect (not likely) of three women beyond his touch.

We kept our mouths shut during the show-off part, where he pumps up his 35 year old chest and parades back and forth, emphasizing that we could be facing jail time and Federal charges. My poor girlfriends had never faced down anything so unfair or abrasive, and were stuttering and flushing in the freezing air. Your Goddess is wayyy beyond the orientation classes for intimidation, though, and wasn’t going to stand for this.

Now there were several officers, no doubt needed to contain the most seductive women they saw all night that are also key players in some national threat or another. I had asked in an even tone to present to us the legal terms and laws for which we were not detained over 30 minutes, and got scowls and refusal. When their collective brain power could not figure out how to work my friend’s point-and-shoot phone I had to laugh. I cut off my friend and said, “Don’t do it.” And the officer asked, “Under whose authority do you think you all are under?” “Certainly not yours,” I replied with confidence. This immediately made me the target of their evil eye glares, which was what I wanted to take pressure off my friends. “Figure out the camera yourself, Jack Bauer.”

While he verbally challenged us as possible terrorists, I had already dialed my cell phone – a lawyer happy to take my calls 24 hours a day. I filled him in for a few seconds and let him eavesdrop on the situation, something that our Ace Defender of Freedom – Officer Peniselli – failed to notice. (Gee, aren’t cell phones the #1 detonation device in I.E.D.’s in Iraq and banned from security stops? Great work, Peniselli.) They did figure out the phone, and enjoyed the girl-girl-girl pictures a bit too much.

To see my gregarious best friends reduced nearly to tears boiled my blood, and your Goddess on a rampage truly is a security alert! Yet I maintained, for the person truly in power does not need to raise his or her voice. The problem with most people in a do-or-die, fight or flight situation is that they stop thinking, that is their crime against survival.

I enjoyed how Petrocelli and his superior kept trying to stare me down as if I was a suburban Princess about to crack. All I cracked was a smile when their normally intimidating bragging rights spewed out. My lawyer had heard enough, and I revealed the phone up my sleeve. Hearing in legal terms that refusing to release us would probably end with the re-deployed to the Harlem Midnight Patrol on New Year’s Eve wiped that Dirty Harry glint from their eyes.

In my departure, I faced all the men in a row, saying quite honestly, “If your plan is to stop terrorism, you’re a couple of years too late. Next time cleavage and legs appears on your profiling checklist, I’ll have you in court. Happy New Years.” I spun around on my heel and could feel them cringe. They failed in all three arenas: failed to apply anti-terrorist rules intelligently, failed to intimidate me/us into offering any information, and failed to impress us as the protectors of freedom.

Much has been said about a small man abusing his authority to the fullest. When it’s combined with limited brainpower, the chance for mistakes or oversights is overwhelming. I fully applaud our hard working policemen and firemen. Yet, when faced with any degree of surprise these men fumbled. They did not expect me being a woman of authority naturally greater than the authority loaned to them by their badges. Their brains froze up on them. A kid would have seen that it was time to retreat, think 30 seconds, look at the situation, and apply authority justly in a new and productive direction.

They had no idea the true extent of my experience revealing the truth and in this case lack of personal brainpower and spine. My entire life is build upon this foundation. The only thing that I got out of this is my friends could watch how they should react when unjustly accused. Women are not weak, they are many times sheltered from direct conflict and physical attack, but they are not weak. And one who knows how to irritate the vulnerable spots on the men who confront them can win hands down.

In the New Year, let us all hope that the men of New York City, and all cities, apply their training properly, scrutinizing people who truly are a threat, and not spending that time trying to impress a carload of women they could never touch.