Gift Wrapped

As ice blankets the New England states, baby blue blankets your Goddess, and wraps her body into the sexiest Santa could deliver. Well, blankets may not be the accurate word. How about “baby blue hugs, fondles, and sexualizes your Goddess?” You all are used to seeing me all in black, or in my devilish red. But a Worshipper sent me a hot, laced, baby blue bra and panty set. I must say, the design and how it fits my body surprised me to the point that since I put them on after tea, in my usual lingerie fashion show I treat myself to (and a few lucky private webcam Slaves who pay enough for private viewings) my body has been vibrating with a growing sexual energy.


Ah, these relaxing days, with the fire crackling in my living room and dungeon, the plush walls of my bedroom caress me. It should be the hands of a Servant, but even they were given the day off by their Deity of Deviance due to the ice and rain. My comforter, filled with the warmest down, wraps around my manicured toes and climbs up to my waist. I like lying here, typing on my laptop, blogs and IM’s afire.


That’s not the only thing afire. I’ve been looking down past my breasts … like I am now … my how the flesh rises out of this cup and lace. As usual, my breasts overflow, heave with every breath. I love watching it, like watching them wrap around a nice, fiery Slave’s … well, I’ll let you imagine what. At least I can say that my mind wanders, and replays how it looks to wear a tight, light colored bra like this, and watch the tongue of a Sex Pet spend however long I wish slowly moving his tongue around my cleavage, eventually finding my nipples, lifting them out of the lace to suck on until I am so hot I command him to his position on his knees and take charge!


Yes, watching my breasts raise and squeeze together sends impulses to nerves hidden by the lace panties. As delicate as they are, they hold in the heat and my hands unconsciously drift down, the fingernails dragging across my nipples, past my velvety stomach, to my panty line. Next thing I know, if I’m not paying attention, fingertips are testing and seeking the heat. I’ll be typing with one hand and not noticing the pleasure until it jumps up my body from my thighs to my mind and make me moan. Then I snap out of it, realizing how turned on I get looking at my own body. Sometimes it gets so intense that words like, “I want me so bad” gasp out and that is quickly followed by fingers probing, rubbing, scratching – ahh, but that is shared with the lucky Servants only. But you get the idea. In fact, one moment please, I want to take a fingertip barometer reading on what sort of weather front I have ahead of me. Increasing wetness, followed by a heat wave.” Damn, I’ve got to kick off this comforter! Hmm, so cold outside, and yet my breasts are flush with blood.


This gives me an idea. Yes, more webcam pictures. And a video. Yes, that would be just the thing to bring to you the level of sexual heat that I’m feeling. And, you simply must all see this terrific set of lingerie this Servant sent to me. I didn’t realize how sexy I would feel looking at the white and blue lace. I’ll set up now. One moment.


Ah, now, we’re connected. Wait, damn, this gets tricky. I want my hands free to touch myself, it’s just getting intense in these covers and lingerie!


Hmmm, the camera is a nice Sony cam with zoom, but – I need someone to operate it. Putting out the word: Is there a Servant in the New York area (N.J., PA.) that is available 3-7 pm a few days a week that can work this cam for me? I’m serious. This is a Slave’s dream come true! My last cam slave paid for it! Your Goddess wants you Servants and Admirers to get the full benefit from her top quality cam.


Taking pictures in this mood delivers only a fraction of my intensity as it’s growing. A video will follow in the next days I’m sure.


Oh, while touching this nice lace, it reminds me of the lace I wear in Second Life. You’ll start to see changes to my website beckoning you to my other realm of power. If you pass my test, you’ll be invited into my dungeon, club with your Goddess, adore her on her throne, sit in her chair of obedience – all the things you crave. Including being in front of an image so much like me that it will mold your mind and prepare you for our first meeting. Also, changes in the site will deal with direct camming at the hours listed above, 3-7, that are private. Though costly, this is as close to sexual overload as you could get. Me, on cam… in lingerie … hot like today, wet like today, ready to tease like today.


Hang on, I’m taking a pleasure break. I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, these hands have some heat seeking to do.


I don’t smoke, but now sure would be the time… hah. The panties got kicked off somewhere. Oh, there they are. The bra? It tugged down to my waist and stayed there. Now lifted up, pushing my nipples that still tingle closer to my mouth. Mmm, so warm and wet. I’m going to sign off blogging and get these pictures posted on NiteFlirt.


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The first Servant available for filming gets a crash course in serving his Goddess!

The Manchurian Whore -(Brainwashed Ind.)

Order BRAINWASHED Today VIRTUAL SCRIPT INDUCTION




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!

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.

Catch A Rising Star

Subtitled: “Guerillas in the Midst … of Perfection”

Every e mail or application to serve me that I open, I’m not filled with disdain and boredom like the part time, poser dommes on the Internet, doing this to get some gas money for the weekend. As much as I have experienced, and as high as my standards are, the purity of my mission and significance of the role I grow to fill in a world needing a Goddess like myself keeps me from being jaded. A good ruler does not sacrifice for his citizens, however, his or her great mind must be aware of them, how lost they would be without him, and their hidden potential. That is, after all, how the greater part of the greatest domains prospered, especially European rules.

And so it is that I open emails with a hope that some unknown Slave/Servant/Applicant impresses me with his/her expression, devotion, or effort. Imagination may be the key ingredient, language, location, personal history, purity of servitude, need for my wicked genius, appearance, vocation – these are but a few ingredients that make one of you stand out from the many. BUT, the two ingredients that most catch my eye are effort and originality. Ergo this picture above. One new Servant in Training promised me he would do all he could in his small way to spread the word that there is one Goddess of Erotic Mind Control and Painful Pleasure worth experiencing. He went out and acted upon it, showing me that he’s not just words and empty devotion.

This won’t be a long blog, because it has a definite point, which I will get to later. I’ll precede this by telling you how power of a supernatural level gets poured into one Woman.

First of course must come the natural “shape” of the mind, soul, aura, and body – it must all seem pre-designed by the Dark/Light forces to attract the (sexual) energy and souls of those lost without a Goddess (though they may not know it yet.) I was born with this body and face … my actions even since young always drew upon the idea that women in control are the most powerful of all humans … my mind absorbed my stimulus and seemed to arrange it to accord with building personal confidence and power … and then came my natural budding into a Woman of Authority. What occurred then is what is occurring now on a grander scale. I began to absorb the sexual energy and souls of mostly men but some women who seem designed to “plug into” my many manifestations of my Erotic Soul – they became part of my Entity of Sexual Power. It’s hard to explain, but maybe if you can remember your first overwhelming kiss, that is how it felt when I first experienced someone actually surrendering his Erotic Mind to me completely. Fast forward a few years, and if the union reaches full maturity, it is more like when the Highlander beheads his foe and “there can be only one” occurs.

Now, I don’t want to run around lopping off heads only to find they are like dud firecrackers, fizzling then just lying there. No, that’s a waste of good head – and good head (especially when applied between the legs of Your Goddess on the end of a talented tongue) should not be belittled. [Though I have heard others call that Giving Goddess Face – kinda cute, I’ll have to use that in Asia, where it’s so important to Save Face. Hmmm, yes, that is a cause worth donating toward. Who else but your Goddess should exclaim within the busy Seoul and Tokyo underground … ““Save Face” before too many men who don’t know what the fuck they are doing down there ruin a good thing! Put Face back into the hands of women powerful enough to demand it’s done right. Spread the talent for the sake of all women and (delivering and enjoying) men/slaves!”]

That was a public and pubic service announcement from our sponsor. Back to my diatribe and YOUR MISSION.

I wait to take head from those worshippers who are impressing me with their initiative to serve me and make my life greater. Not just richer, greater. Greater is good for all of you . Greater means that more worshippers have come to me, surrendered their energy, and added to my Entity. This Entity is what transforms you – its power, that is. It is a bit like the magic that happens when an amazingly talented Front Man Singer for a band absorbs his first huge stadium performance of energy directed at him, and it transforms him into a superstar. While I am the superstar, you all could be shining stars, if you apply your mind and some time to serving your Goddess.

CATCH A “SUPERSTAR” MEANS YOU! Shine for me, and you’ll be snatched out of the darkness and be lying under the smouldering, smothering sna – ahem, one moment, the sexual high I get from knowing what I’ll subject you to spurred me too fast for your mind to handle. Some words you only hear when I am above you and my passion for dominance releases the words you’re dying to hear as you physically serve me and suffer my painfully erotic rewards.

The Servant who wrote the above Guerilla Advertising for me caught my attention 100% and I was VERY pleased with him. He has no idea the time I have spent designing his path to transformation because of this. But he will find out, as I present to him assignments, conditionings, and rewards that consume him and his soul and sexual energy as much as it makes him into what he said he wanted me to make him into. His ability to enjoy his fetishes and simultaneously serving me will grow ten-fold. Imagine if you have a foot fetish … and your Goddess could magnify your rewards so much? All by using some imagination, and being bold enough to display your devotion to me.

So here is my mission. All you new Applicants for my attention, sexual gratification, and mind control: find ways to use Guerilla Advertising to display my website to people who might hit on it. As you all know, once hits reach a critical mass, they explode in popularity, and I am experiencing phase two of this. Let’s say there are a few more phases. Your Goddess Wants Them!

IMPRESS ME WITH YOUR IMAGINATION AND DEVOTION. ENGAGE IN SOME GUERILLA ADVERTISING. Now, I’m not actually telling you to go out and do illicit graffiti. What you do is your own business. Any way you display my website though will be recognized for its daring, position in public (high traffic area, celebrity areas, media areas) and its creativity. Hmmm, anyone care to find out if the Goodyear Blimp will let a bondage and erotic mind control fly over the World Series? Let’s re-design the blimp to look like one of my incredible full breasts on one end, and the strap on of mine that you’re dying to swallow on the tail end. Oh, it’s sooooo good to be Goddess with an imagination and the followers who feed it! This is making me quite warm and moist in the right areas. I’ll have to summon that creative Servant and make him do the things on cam that fill my mind with power and sexual climax soon. SOON. Damn, the feeling I know you’ll have when you go out spreading my power sexes me up! Hmm, can I type and force my nipples into my spike studded corset without leaving a scratch on this flushing breast flesh … wait, got to take a moment’s break to lick that light scratch right above my nipple. (pause) Better, but …. Mmmm, another lick won’t hurt.

What do you get for it? The one who impresses me most will not only be immediately in the hot seat of my erotic eye, but will get one hour of private voice on the phone with his Goddess, culminating with 15 minutes of free private webcam. Any more and he might mentally and sexually “fry”.

GOTTA GO! I’m on fire! Time to take over a mind, body, and soul! SIZZZZZZZLE!

Your Global Goddess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1. Honesty, in commitment, who you are, why you are doing this, and what you see in me as superior. You are “trying out” for an elite group of men and women who seek the greatest level of state of the art mind control and dominance by a woman who honestly makes other dommes on the Internet (save a few) look beastly.
2. Servitude. You must be willing to either be your submissive self, or allow me to fully turn you into one who is filled with humble recognition, and drawn to serve me.
3. Respect. While I do not expect you all to never question my movements or commands, for the curious mind sometimes needs things explained, I do not enjoy being “tested” by Servants. It is “bullshitting”. I have no time for that. While you look at it as a great way to get my attention for a few hours, I look at it as energy wasted on a thankless jerk.
4. Photo stealers. Do not ask me for photos or other media not on my site. I am far too savvy to fall for people who want to steal my images.
5. Jerk off Kings. Regardless of your language and foreign tricks, I am very aware of all your tricks to keep a woman of my beauty on line or on the phone. No, I will not pretend that I do not know you’re just “chatting up a stacked chick” so you can blow your load. I am here for a superior experience, a life changing event in my Servants, for the earned pleasure of owning your mind and soul, and to gain power from you. Sincerely and with massive authority – Fuck Off.
6. Money. Look at me. I could have a dozen multi millionaires in New York shelling out a half million a year in gifts if I wanted to be around these egotistical pigs who have not learned to surrender to female authority. And even with those who can surrender thusly, my taste is for many, not just a few millionaires. My realm will spread like a religion, not a call girl phone book. But I do have extremely expensive tastes. To fill out a $2,000 dress with my incredible breasts and stunning Goddess ass is something I have advanced to enjoy. Yes, I will truly appreciate any decent gift sent to me, down to $35.00 Victoria Secret gifts. But, I need my special domination dress, toys, and the other high ticket items that my life enjoys. While you may not be able to spend that much on a dress, I cannot spend time with a cheapskate unwilling to change his life enough to include me in it. I have Servants incredibly pleased by the decision to give me $300-600 of their quite normal middles class paycheck in return for how greatly I have changed their lives. They finally embrace and enjoy their fetishes on a whole new realm of reality. No one else could bring that to them. I have transformed them. Considering that it is nearly impossible for a person to change, really, the work I do on them is no less than a Goddess of mythology is able to control in this universe. If you are a foreign man or woman, know that my time costs money. How much? That is always personal. But start with my Inductions, let them start to transform you, and you will find greater tributes to me in the future seem like the deal of a lifetime. That is an understatement.
7. Travel. I am asked to travel far more than I could possible allow. Many times I take my laptop on the trip and sign on to keep in touch with my followers on the site, so few of you know when I do travel to see a worthy enslaved soul. I do not let this interfere with my dedication to whomever I am visiting. How did they get so lucky? First class travel and hotel is a start. Money paid for my time will surely be a thousand dollars a day, for your sessions with me will be potent, the type that would take weeks to survive if you lived near me. I will take you many levels up into my realm of control and pleasure in return. The most frequent Saphirists who see me regularly go far beyond that in expenses, some of them simply giving me a credit card, or an envelope of money in a tasteful way that is not my pay, it’s just funny money to spend on clothes. You do not need to be a millionaire or compete dollar for dollar with these men and women, but, if you expect me to visit you, then you must balance their money with something else of higher value. We will discuss this personally as each Saphireists hopeful is unique.

This should give you some idea as to what to expect if you wish me to take special interest in you. Travel is wonderful, and I expect to spend more time soon in the air and in dungeons I create from your locations.

It’s wonderful being a Woman of Authority.

Valentines Day Entry Winner

Why did this one win? First he's learned humility. He begins by thanking me for an opportunity most of you asswipes havn't learned I have little interest in yet. As he notes, I don't really care what pleases you... I don't have to.

But even better, he's learned to find even more satisfaction in serving my needs, than gains in gratifying his self. He has discovered a world beyond his cock, and that world is the unending world of lust I create.

this is a man who came to me as an asswipe and learned how to be more, and offer satisfaction to me, rather than find an outlet for his meager orgasm.

So happy Valentine's Day to him this year, I am pleased someone earned that much from me. This asswipe has earned a pvt cam induction followed by several of my new seductive pics(and it's only getting hotter) and a copy of my hypnotic seduction video which will be available to others shortly.

Entry Below


Goddess, like all your other loyal servants I thank you for this rare opportunity. In the years I have served you, this is the first chance I can recall, that I’ve not only gone without punishment for telling you my ideal of how it should be, but encouraged to speak up as well.

We both know I was an asswipe before your guidance. I was simply after my own gratification and indulgences at the expense of a beautiful woman of your caliber. But you taught me better, that one that can have anything she desires would not settle for the sweaty, grunting thrusts of a man only concerned with his own explosion. That one, who wishes to be in your presence and experience pleasure with you, must first earn his way.

That is the way of life, nothing spectacular ever just happens. For something to be cherished it must be earned.

But you also taught me to appreciate the struggle. Years ago I think this letter I write now would be littered with pointless and short term penetrations. But instead my ideal session continues the more subtle aspects of obedience as pleasure you have taught me.

You deny me. You withhold my release. And in such ways my pleasure is extended, not for the 20 minutes most men experience, but for days, months… mind boggling amounts of time. I pity lesser men who never learn to appreciate this struggle.

But my ideal session now doesn’t promote me to gratification, but instead to greater levels of denial. Hands bound behind me and head fixed in position as you taunt my eager body, begging for a touch that never comes. Forcing me to please your orally and taste you with no return for me.

Even greater depths of sustained pleasure as you indulge in other men before my eyes. All of them hell bent on bringing you to orgasm. And yet my desire is never quenched through orgasms, as their’s is. But instead I am to be your hygiene tool, simultaneously repulsed as I slurp away their semen from you, but also just grateful for at least that bit of contact with your beauty.

My ultimate session is about the new sensibilities you have instilled in me. Pleasing you, extending my own excitement beyond the fornication, and treasuring each subtle opportunity to be a part of your eroticism.

-Asswipe

NEW: Virtual Erotic Inductions @ E.B.H.

Is there joy being the jester for the cruel? One struggles to deny his own pleasure as he's humiliated an mocked for her and her friend's amusemnt. He is a bitchboy, and he knows he shouldnt love it





Blood flows from one to another. Learn about the bond that runs vein deep. Another's life's blood runs through you, and two become a parasitic one.






Continuued humiliation for her for her pleasure. Why does the abuse satisfy something within so perfectly






The continued twist in the eros of blood ties. The contract is inked in blood. The lust goes beneath the flesh.

The Experiment II -A Reborn Saphireist-Now Available!!!

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.

Soldier Reporting For Duty

A samurai should be masterful of their art enough so that even if their head is cut off from their body, they can perform one last strike. This idea is due to certain animals such as serpents giving one last reflexive bite when their head is removed. Samurais are near impossible to find these days. True warriors are a dying breed. Shame… I like slaves, but you want your slaves strong, powerful… any Mistress can own the weak and callow… but a Goddess should have an army of true samurais.

Bushido, or warrior’s way, has made way for Dr. Phil and Barney the Dinosaur. Our warriors lack the true will of war, and instead play GI Joe with realistic toys. They just don’t get the abuse they used to.

That’s where I come in. I do give the abuse and make the weak who survive stronger, and cast aside the useless dead.

So learned one of my soldiers the other day…

I am not a patriot… It is all about me, not country, not politics, not god, not about anything but me. So hate me for doing this to a soldier in the war if you wish, but you are shortsighted, if you do. Not to mention the fact, he comes to me for this.

It began with a conversation about his role in the military. His lack of success as far as ranking came up. His glorification of the infantry and his hidden shame at his true origins was amusing.

I berated him for not going through true infantry training, a topic he dodged around for almost a half hour before admitting he switched jobs and then became infantry. I degraded the masculinity of military service, the infantry in particular for being called “The Queen of Battle” and wearing powder blue cords and insignia backgrounds.

I attacked his head the closest way I can… I attacked his ego. Even tasteless jokes about friendly fire were not off my limits.

Through it all he admitted he is a fuck up, who makes bad choices. And this is the kind of revelation I intended. His ego destroyed, this soldier carried on and admitted his weakness… and came back later for more… a final headless strike.

He returns because he looks to be stronger and harshness is sincere.

Others pass hugs out like candy and laugh at you when your back is turned. Others say the word “love” time and again, and leave for someone with a few more bucks than you. Missionaries will feed you as long as you listen to them talk about their beliefs… all kindness. Sincerity… well I’ll let you decide how much is there in the end.

The effort to be harsh is a backhanded kindness you can trust.

Goddess Of Edge Mercies

Suffering and violence as an aphrodisiac may seem the result of a very jaded progress of sexual exploration. A process where one needs greater and greater levels of stimulation as initial exploration seems trivial after progressing farther.

One cannot deny that this particular Goddess has come to demand greater levels of suffering each benchmark of her life. Yet, the truth remains; I was drawn to suffering from a very early age. Not just the physical aspects of it either.

As I young child I watched a group of boys beat on another boy. The kicks, the punching, and the name calling were almost mesmerizing. Finally and all too soon they abandoned the single boy on the ground, where he lay crying. I stood and walked over to get a closer look at the beaten boy.

He lay on his back wiping tears from his eyes and sobbing uncontrollably. I squatted next to him and studied his face as he stared back expecting kindness. I had none and his eyes began to look around at the sky for an answer, I lowered my head unaware of my own self, absorbed in his humiliation. As his head did everything to not meet eye contact he began to move, but my hand reached out to his chest to hold him there. It was then his head focused between my knees, and I was soon aware he was looking up my skirt.

I stood up refusing to be ogled by this other child and spit in his face adding to his humiliation, and stepped over him to leave him. I didn’t leave it at that. I turned back around, and shot a kick to his sensitive little balls. He lay there cupping himself and rolling in the pain of rupture.

Keep in mind; this all lacked any sexuality at all, as this was no more than young curiosity on all levels. However, it was a foreshadowing of attitudes to come.

As grade school began, there was always that boy, for ever creepy and suffering much to my amusement. I made sure that our introduction was far from the last time I had groined kicked him. I made sure Samuel Zachary was friendless and ridiculed from 1st to 12th grade.

He had been the laughingstock for his entire life. Some would blame me for his future behavior. I did not choose the way he became for him… those were the choices of a loser who embraced being a predator.

Through high school he could often be found loitering around girl’s houses from class. He developed his own reputation for giving girls he was fixated upon dozens of unwelcomed phone calls a day.

One day when I was 17 I even spotted him outside my home stalking me. I didn’t hide or cringe, I stared back enjoying the pitiful expression on his face. I stepped outside and walked up to him. He was obviously uncomfortable being confronted. “Need another kick in the junk, Sammy?” I asked him. He said nothing as he kept leering. A relative eventually came home, and Sammy took off then.

The next day held news. Sam had been arrested for raping an elderly woman that night, his first step in a laundry list of sex crimes. Still, as typical with our justice system, he never stayed put away long. I moved to a new neighborhood as the years passed, and eventually the sex offender was also run out of our old neighborhood.

In time I entered a local corner store as a dirty bearded man exited carrying a load of cheap beer. He had familiar eyes and leered at me in a way I am used to from all men, but yet was somehow familiar in its own way. I purchased my items and exited to see him still next to the building. I began to stroll home and passed him.

A glass phone booth in the dark betrayed his following me, and I knew I had my own prey. I dwelled on the memory of his gaze and tried to pin point why it was familiar. I let my hips swing as I slowly continued my stroll keeping my prey mesmerized with my body. How could he resist my short skirt and high boots in an outfit that hugged my body, and hair dangling just over my ass?

I entered the foyer of my building and as I found my keys I saw him climbing my steps. Here is a little wisdom for you when dealing with a predator, don’t act like prey. Dogs attack when they smell fear, a shark attacks what flees from it, etc.

He entered the foyer as I opened my door and I rounded on him, holding it open for him to enter the hallway. It was then I recognized him. “Samuel!” I exclaimed, “No wonder you were staring at me like that, I didn’t recognize you with a beard.” It caught him off guard, as he was working up to his attack.

“Umm… Hi…” he stammered.

“You need to clean up and have a drink with me, so we can catch up!” I said, much to his surprise. I saw in his face it seemed out of character for me to be so welcoming and nice. I had to recover, “Sam, have you found Jesus?”

Right then he knew he had me. My sudden and unexpected kindness explained, He grinned back and said “No, haven’t found him yet.”

“Well why don’t you have dinner with me and we can chat?” I asked as I sauntered to my door.

Nice thing about letting the neighbors know you’re a Dominatrix is that they don’t think it very strange when they hear a man screaming from your apartment. So as the door closed and I turned and flooded his eyes with the pepper-spray all any neighbors thought of was foreplay. We writhed with pain, hunched over in agony. I reached into the kitchen grabbing an iron skillet and slammed it into the top of his head, causing a concussion. He went out like a light.

I dragged him into the second bedroom, my dungeon at the time and began to restrain him to the crucifix most of my servants dread. I let him hang there tied to its arms as I changed into an outfit more fitting, one of leather that won’t stain like my current choice in clothes.

I sat across from him comfortably, waiting for him to wake. He finally lifted his lolling head and took his time to focus on me. I stood to my feet and saw his eyes grow wide in fear. I slowly moved in close, “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…” I said, “You thought you were going to rape me, didn’t you?”

“I’ll fucking kill you, you bitch,” he growled at me.

“Tsk tsk… I think, Sammy, you have no idea who your fucking with, I was always on top of you in school, kicking your balls… and now, I’m a goddess… your just a registered sex offender with no hope for a future.” I replied.

Now his pathetic leering had become mixed with shame. “Let me go,” he said “and you’ll never see me again.”

“Sammy… who says I never want to see you again?” with that a clap of electricity sounded as the clippers in my hand turned on and buzzed. He looked down realizing he was nude for the first time. I shave his whole body. Head to toe, even his eye brows were clipped and then razored, against his pleas for dignity.

“What are you doing to me?” he whined.

“Sammy… didn’t you get it? You haven’t found Jesus; instead you found Goddess Saphire and came to her… I’m going to have to be who fixes your worthless existence.” I laughed at him, “I am the way… for your pathetic self.”

The thin nylon chord in my hand slipped tight around his balls cutting off blood flow. His eyes grew wide, “What are you doing?”

“Sammy… look at your life, you’re on the streets, a sex offender. You can’t hold down a job, and no one wants you living near them. You rape the elderly, you victimize the young and still innocent, you are garbage, and need to be fixed and given direction.” It was the look in his eye that told me salvation is probably the most frightening thing in the world. Good thing I’ll never embrace it for myself.

“What are you going to do?” he whimpered.

“I’m going to free you, from slavery to your cock, and give you slavery to me.” I chuckled. With that my knife, which he hadn’t seen moved to his bound scrotum. I let it rest there and savored his sobs and pleas.

“Please let me go,” he finally begged.

“No, Samuel… that’s not an option.”

“Please don’t hurt me…” A tear rolled down his cheek, forgetting how filthy he was I was compelled to catch it with my tongue owing to the need to taste his grief.

“Let me ask you something Sammy… did it work for any of them when they asked you not to hurt them?” I pressed the knife against his sack harder, as he broke into uncontrollable tears.

“Forgive me.” He bellowed.

“I will, Sammy… I will, but you must make penance. You must experience sacrifice, and embrace control, surrender it to me, and embrace that I know what is best for you.” He continued to babble and cry. His tears flowed freely.

“Goddess… I see your wisdom… and you are right, my urges do have the better of me.” He let out a loud sob. “Let me stay intact. Guide me yourself, and if I fail, I’ll remove my scrotum myself in front of you.”

“You get one chance to turn yourself over to me and keep it that way. I own many strong men, they will make you keep your promise.” I warned him. I opened my closet in my dungeon room and he saw a dog crate large enough to accommodate an adult man. “Sammy, I am the way, now you can live without the urge,” I pointed to the crate, “Now you have shelter, where before you only had an alley and cardboard, and you will soon have your first of the guaranteed daily meals I will provide you. Don’t you have something to say?”

“Thank you Goddess Saphire for fixing me and giving me hope.”

With that I led him to a shower and put him away in his new home. I let him out daily and feed him, let him release his waste when I feel he needs to, and have given him purpose. He is my slave, my gimp, and my property. He has no sexual needs any more, only the need to be used. I allow good servants to abuse him as reward, and he’s become a great little cock sucker, and is left hungry enough to swallow every drop. He answers my phones while I am in session, serves waiting slaves refreshments, and does all my manual home labor. I freed him from the bonds of his urges, and gave him what those urges took from him, shelter, food, and value. Every night he bows lips to my feet and prays to his harsh, wise, and yet, merciful Goddess, and ends all prayers with a request for more.