Dear Goddess above I'll get on My knees right here in front of Tiffany's on
5th if that would convince you of the urgency of my need!"
"Welllllllll"...... I said. "Myyyyyy dear desperate little man. It's been a
while since I've taken a stroll through Central Park sooooooo....book Me a
flight "first class" ASAP and I'll see you tomorrow 4 P:M: at the Plaza!
Make sure you have a very cold and dry Martini waiting for Me upon My
arrival. Oh, and for the pleasure of My company and the therapeutic as well
as, sensually rewarding benefits you will secure from My acknowledging your
so called "urgent need" why don't you just crawl yourself into Tiffany's
right now and purchase Me a sparkly little gift of say.......2 carats?
That's a darling..... I'll just stay right here on the phone with you while
you speak with brian. he is My favorite sales rep at Tiffany's and he knows
exactly what I like in sparkly little hypno-jewels."
And so it was.
While it remains true that not all My subbies can afford to fly "Moi" across
country for the pleasure of an afternoon "cock-tale"........ it is true that
whiney warren could WELL afford this and.....more.
you see...... apparently My mesmerized, mind manipulated little miscreant
had been experiencing the same series of nightmares over and over again each
night for the past 3 weeks. Obviously, he wanted to discuss this with Me.
"How fascinating is this?"......... I thought to Myself. And indeed, it was
fascinating! This is why I am now going to share these decadent dreams with
you!!
Read the notes that My perplexed pet jotted down after each dream. Below you
will find 4 hypnotic and sexually dominating dialogs that My ensorcelled
subject repeatedly had to endure each night.......over and over again. And
each morning he woke up finding he had stained his silk and satin
sheets........... without once recalling touching himself!
The "Binding" Tentacles:
...Feel the desire against you, blazing like a furnace of lust to match your
own. You want to feel more, slave boy, don't you? You want to feel her
embrace, don't you? You want to be held. To be bound. To be caught still
deeper by the cocoon of desire that envelopes you both. To be caught by me.
And you are, my little one. Yu are. You can feel it beginning to happen.
Fingers... Soft, gentle fingers that begin to slide across your wrists and
ankles. A woman's touch. A lover's touch. Hot flesh that needs you own.
Burning desire that responds to your own. But different... so different, my
pet... because the fingers are so long, so slender... so... enveloping. You
feel them wrapping around you, longer than any fingers should ever be, yet
oh so feminine. Oh so desirable. Oh so arousing. Coiling like living ropes
of womanly flesh. They hold you, slave boy. They claim you. They binding
your ankles to her own. They bind your wrists to her own. So tight. So
inescapable. So restraining. And so very, very, wonderfully erotic. Bonds
like you've never felt before, like you've never imagined before. A living
prison of lust you cannot escape. But you don't want to escape, do you,
slave boy? You love this. You want this. You adore this. So secure in my
power, in my grasp, the grasp of my gift to you. It only builds the fire
within you, doesn't it? It only builds the fire of lust in your heart and
mind and cock. Lust for this body. Love for your Goddess... You love this,
you want this, you *crave* this, more than anything, because it is all part
of my power over you. My power within you. My power against you. You belong
to me, little one, and you will gladly accept any sensation, any suffering,
any pleasure -- any "strangeness" -- for your beautiful commanding
mistress... And you will experience this until I choose to let you go,
because seeing you like this, so helpless and confused and aroused, turns me
on... And you want to turn me on, don't you, slave boy?...
...And you feel still more supernatural fingers, wrapping gently around your
thighs and upper arms. You want this. And the body beneath you, supporting
yet entrapping you, wants you as well. Feel her hold you with her tendrils
of loving bondage, with her tentacles of passionate ravishment. So erotic.
So different. An experience only your Goddess could ever give you. Feel her
power -- my power -- flowing from her and into you. And feel your own
strength, your own will, flowing out of you and into her. Feel her claiming
your will to resist, leaving only greater heights of lust and arousal in its
place. Feel her embrace -- feel my embrace -- imprisoning you against this
fantasy woman, this fantasy creature, this creation of your Goddess... You
cannot escape. Her hold over you is too powerful. You cannot resist. The
arousal she creates is too maddening. You want her... because you want me...
and because I *will* you to desire her... for my amusement...
The "Mouth" Tentacles:
...The mouth of a Goddess. See the lips, so full and ripe. So red and moist
and glistening. See the teeth, so white and perfect. A mouth of power. My
power. The creations I am capable of. And the sensations that I will give
you to, my pet...
...The mouth of a Goddess. Feel the lips against your nipple. Such slow,
gentle kisses. Such soft breath that makes your skin tingle. Feel the lips,
slave boy. Feel them suck at your nipple, so lightly, so seductively. How
could something so strange be so arousing? How could something so odd make
you burn with such desire inside? And you do burn, my pet. You strain toward
that mouth, offering yourself, and wanting more. You cannot help yourself.
And that mouth return your desire, like a lover with her own insatiable
craving. Feel the kiss. Feel the lick. Feel the suck. Even feel the *bite*,
slave boy. Such desire in you, and in this mouth. You cannot get enough of
each other. You want nothing more than for that mouth to stay upon you, to
never leave you... And to be joined... by another...
The "Pussy" Tentacle:
...Feel it lightly circling the tip of your rock-hard cock, my helpless
victim. So tantalizing. So warm. So *wet*. Wet with desire and arousal, for
you. You can't help but strain toward it. So different, yet so arousing.
Arousing because it feels so good. Arousing because you know that I control
this, that I direct this. It shows my power, my control, over you. And we
both know how much my power and control excites you, how you crave more and
more of it. So strain, slave boy. Strain against the loving, erotic bonds
that you hold oh so tightly, that embrace you like a thousand lovers -- or
One Goddess...
...And you feel it easing down now, my pet. You feel it swallowing you. You
feel it engulfing you. It holds your cock so firmly, so powerfully, yet so
wet and warm. A feminine strength. A woman's strength. The strength of a
Goddess, to give you so much pleasure while keeping you her helpless
captive. And you are a captive, slave boy. You belong to me. And I will use
you in any way I please. And right now, *this* is the way that I please. To
see you ravished by this creation of my will. To feel you aroused by this
minion of your Goddess. To see you taken, by my power. And you know the
truth in your body and your cock. The truth that screams inside you. They
belong to me, and I take them for my pleasure. I take them now. Like this.
Feel me take you, slave boy. Feel the bonds like grasping hands against your
skin. Feel the mouths that suck your nipples. Feel the pussy that rides you,
that takes you. And that claims you as my own. Feel it *fucking* you, slave
boy. For me. And you know that *it* is taking you, and not the other way
around. You know that only foolish boys believe they have the power, of
course, that they penetrate their lover. But we know differently, don't we,
slave boy? We know that the woman takes the man -- as I take you now, with
this creation of my power. Your cock does not penetrate, little one. No,
your cock is accepted. Your cock is taken. Your cock is *devoured*. There is
no escape. Not from its hold. Not from the pleasure you feel. I could hold
you in place with just this one bond. You know that, deep inside, as you
feel my warmth, all around your cock. As you feel my strength, gripping you
through this creation, with muscles that only a Goddess can bestow -- and
that only a slave could endure...
The "Violation" Tentacle:
...You feel it, soft yet firm, warm and searching. And you know where this
will go, don't you, slave boy? You know what that heavenly body beneath you
wants, what it desires. She wants to possess you. And I wish her to possess
you. You know what this will do to you. The ultimate possession of a slave
boy by his mistress. The ultimate reversal. Your Goddess can engulf you, and
your Goddess can invade you. And you will be invaded by me, my pet. You will
be invaded, by this, by what you feel beneath you. The ultimate surrender.
Does the thought shame you, my little one? Shame only makes you mine. You
know that. Does the thought arouse you? Arousal only only makes you mine.
Does the thought humiliate you, darling? Humiliation is what you crave.
Humiliation for your mistress. It excites me to see you helpless and in my
power, and you want to excite me, don't you? You want to arouse me, don't
you? You want to accept this invasion of your heart, and your mind -- and
now of even your body. You want to show me how much you will take for me,
don't you? You want to surrender to my will. You want to suffer for me. And
so you feel it, slipping against your skin, spreading your ass cheeks. Feel
the woman's body beneath you, flushed and aroused yet again, so strange and
yet so good. Feel my power emanating from it. And feel the symbol of my
control, of my ownership over her, now entering you. Now filling you. You
cannot resist. You can't escape. You are mine, slave boy, now more than
ever, because I am *inside* you, in every way. Mentally. Emotionally.
Spiritually. And now... even physically. Feel it thrust and recede, feel the
womanly bonds embrace you even more tightly, pulling you closer as the full,
warm hips thrust to meet you. Thrusting deeper. And deeper. Leaving you no
choice but to surrender. But to enjoy. You cannot escape. You cannot run.
This *will* happen, for as long as I desire. And so you accept me, slave
boy. You accept the symbol of my power and control... because you *crave* to
be powerless and controlled, don't you, slave boy? Feel me use you. Feel me
violate you. And you love it, don't you You love it, and you will accept any
attention, any suffering... For me... And you prove this to me now. Prove
this to me, darling. Enjoy this gift. Accept this ravishment. And be taken,
by my power...
Pretty hot stuff don't you agree My pet????
If you would like to know what the outcum was for weary warren email Me and
let Me know.......Perhaps I'll tell you......For a sparkly little hypno-jewel.......perhaps
I'll tell you more than you can handle......