The Evil Enchantress

The Evil Enchantress

The one and only and the original

There is no duplicating The Evil Enchantress as My followers have know Me for almost 10 years.  No doubt, many have tried over the years to be like Me, even going as far as changing their name to Evil Enchantress or stealing My material to pose as Me.  They haven’t fooled anyone, for there can be no other Enchantress like Myself.

It’s easy to duplicate the name but not the power nor style that are explicitly My own.  I am the original Evil Enchantress that created a Queendom with My web trademark and those who have been My pets for years, know that the web is not just symbolic.  The web is what I create and spin around you, My prey, as I capture and enchant you.

The reason I’m making a post about this is the new Niteflirt account that I had to create.  Yes, I’m still taking calls on Queen of The Night and yes, you still belong to the right Evil Enchantress if you’ve clicked on the goodie button and wondered about that.  I had run out of disk space on the Queen of The Night and unfortunately it will take Me forever to delete all of the old files (5 at the time, that’s NF for you) to make room for more.  Since I don’t have all the time or patience in the world to tinker with it, I decided to utilize an account I opened a while ago but never did anything with.

It was no surprise to find out that the name “Evil Enchantress” was already taken.  Imagine that! *Amused snicker*  Well, after playing around with “Black Widow” so on and on I decided to just add “The” to “Evil Enchantress” and keep it at that.  After all, I am The Evil Enchantress and Black Widow is one of the byproducts of Me being one. *EvilGrin*

Now when I send out My newest goodies, they will be coming from that account.  At least for the time being.  Or until that account runs out of disk space lol.

But back to your lovely Queen being The Evil Enchantress…  It’s time to worship and serve, My pet.  Call, listen to My recordings, watch My videos and become enchanted by the wicked web I weave around your mind…

The Original One and Only Evil Enchantress Queen Luna
The Original One and Only Evil Enchantress Queen Luna

New videos and other updates

Ugh the time flies and it flies way too fast.  Once again I have been way too busy to update My blog!  And there has been quite a lot going on in My life lately…

First and foremost, your Queen has a brand new business to add to turning you, My pets, into My mindless puppets.  Since I got My real estate license just a little over a month ago, I’ve been quite the busy Queen Bee setting it all up so I can delve into a new venue.  Which is of course why I haven’t been as available for calls on Niteflirt lately.

Starting a new business is never easy and there is a lot to learn.  While I can still apply the same marketing skills, as well as customer relations, as I have been doing on Niteflirt for years, there is a lot about real estate that demands My time in order to learn all ins and outs of it.  Takes time and adjustment, so be patient, My pets.

No, I’m not quitting Niteflirt. Give up My Queendom??? Shudders… Haha some of you might be hoping just for that, thinking that FINALLY you can escape My web. Sorry to disappoint you, darlings, if that’s what you think.  I offer no returns, no loopholes, no means of slipping out.  It’s something I’ve warned you about right from the start and once you have landed into My web… well, you already know… Just except it and stop fighting your Fate.

But think how fortunate you are that you get to feed the power of your magnificent Queen!  Ah, yes, you were aware of that, weren’t you darling, that every time you succumb to Me and My wishes you were intensifying not only My power over you but My personal power period!  Consider yourself lucky I don’t use that power and charm to sell you a house; you’d have no way to resist *Evil Laugh*

Mmm speaking of not being able to resist…  I had some time the other day to film and of course I couldn’t resist trying on My new blue latex dress (what a good boy My bound slave is for fetching it for Me).  I do love My latex but especially in bright colors.  Unfortunately, it’s not that easy to find it in colors other than black and something that doesn’t fall apart before you even put it on.  This dress is such a liquid delight on My curves that I had to get some videos to make My pets even more mesmerized and helpless against Me. 😉

Mesmerized by Liquid Latex

Latex Trance Video

Sensual domination takes on an even more enchanting form as I have you focus on the shiny latex dress I’m wearing.  The slight rustling noises it makes every time I move are so mesmerizing that you can’t help yourself but to relax.  My spiked heels melodically echo on the hardwood floors.  My sensual voice guides your attention to the focus on these things and you slip into such a pleasant deep trance easily and quickly.  As you keep watching and listening, your arousal begins to build as I gently take you onto the path of surrender, completely enchanting you in the wonderful world of My latex trance.

Although this video wasn’t meant to be AMSR, you might find some of the elements similar and at first relaxing theh perfectly stimulating.

11 mins.  Blue latex dress, Goddess worship, JOI. $16.69


Keep it up faggot Video

Mmm yes, literally, keep it up faggot.  Keep jerking off to your favorite thing: being a cock sucker!  I know you love being degraded about it and that only makes you jerk off even more.  So grab your faggot dick and start stroking while I remind you just how much of a faggot you are.

New video, latex dress, high heels. $12.50

What’s in store for you next?

What’s in store for you next?

It is a question many of you puppets ask after you seemingly have reached the height, or utter depth depending on which way you want to look at it, of your deprivation.  So what’s in store for you next now that you got to this point?

First, let’s see what you have become and what has happened to you since you got caught in My wicked web as My prey.  Not everyone is the same and many have found different paths under My guidance over some period of time but one thing all of you have in common is that you’ve become My helpless puppets dangling on the strings of My web and can’t imagine any other way to exist.

trapped in My web
trapped in My web

Ah being a puppet of Evil Enchantress…  That one thought evokes so many emotions within you.  This is where you first fell in love with your Queen, falling so deep as I mesmerized you with My exotic voice and looks.  It is where you were conditioned to become My mindless blank, an obedient servant, a slave in My realm, and found that there was nothing more important than pleasing Me.  Every contact you’ve had with Me brought you closer and closer to complete surrender while I kept plying you with addictive images and words.  Triggers were planted into your feeble mind to turn you into My good boy until those very words became the reason for your very breath.  Mmm you love being My good boy, darling, and once you’ve reached this step, once you have become a puppet willingly dancing and performing on My strings, this is where you first asked Me of what’s in store for you next.

This is where My intimate knowledge of you has decided your further endeavors.  After all, W/we have spent so much time together: Me delving into every secret corner of your mind and soul and you willingly lowering every barrier you have so that I can destroy what’s useless and no longer serves a purpose in your life.  In many ways W/we have even become close as a relationship was built, trust and devotion nurtured, personal details shared and you have revealed to Me your inner core.  I know you as nobody else does and see you as you are, stripped of all pretenses the world demands you wear around you like a cloak, exposed and vulnerable yet exhilarated to be finally seen.  My knowledge of your weaknesses, fantasies and limits that you’re willing to push further is what helps decide your further training.

For some, things seemingly will stay unchanged with you serving simply as My puppet.  I am content in your abilities to please Me in the ways you do already and I have no desire to push you into doing things you’re not going to embrace with joy.  Being My puppet doesn’t mean you automatically have to become an addict, pain slut, a sinner, queer or sissy or any other things like that.  However, just because you have come to the point where you’ve reached your limit of exploring, I’m talking about your fantasies and sexuality, doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it as well.  What’s in store for you next is becoming one of the very best puppets on My strings, falling even deeper in love with your Queen and building a more solid relationship between U/us.  Not everybody is in need of constant increase in sexual stimulation via acts, thoughts/fantasies, toys or encounters and over a period of time that part of O/our interaction doesn’t change at all.  What does change is the importance of a role I begin to play in your life as not only your Queen but your reason for existence in this world.

For others, here is where a general path or a purpose is going to begin to take shape and training will be doled out appropriately.  It may be that your best abilities to please Me, and it’s always about pleasing Me first and foremost, are in you being a very entertaining fucktoy and a plaything where you will stroke to My liking or amuse Me with whimpering while you’re wearing nipple clamps and doing all kinds of devious things to your body upon My command.  Knowing that you will obediently subject yourself to degradation, pleasurable pain (mmm such a nice oxymoron) and delicious torment appeals to that cruel part of Me when I wish to let it come out and play.

Or it could be that your talents are in your lust for the forbidden such as spreading your legs and opening your mouth for as many men willing to use you as you can find.  Mmm another form of a fucktoy that you will become and please Me by turning into a filthy little whore that I can laugh at just as I twist you up to get even more addicted to that humiliating feeling of you getting off on being emasculated.

Of course there are the ones I like to simply dress up like the dolls and use their fantasies about frilly, feminine and girly things to drive them out to become more open with themselves (not necessarily coming out to the world about being a crossdresser either) and being more accepting of who they are.  In fact, they do become like dolls for Me and I have so much pleasure dressing them up and going shopping together for something pretty.

Corrupted by Lust
Corrupted by Lust

Then, there are My sinners.  A special bunch they are for they indulge My Dark and Evil side while I corrupt all light straight out of them and fan the flames of Lust.  If you don’t know it by now, you should be aware that Lust is one of My most favorite things and as it is the start of everything, it is so compelling to corrupt you puppets with it.  Oh how it thrills Me to ply you with it until you’re unable to see straight and beg Me to turn you into My Satanic slave.

No matter what the path is, and there are so many more as all of your fetishes and fantasies can be taken to groom you into a specific type of a puppet, each one has something that distinguishes him from the rest.  No two smoke slaves are alike just as there are no two foot boys or pantyhose junkies either.  And it can be a while before the path you’re on already can take a sudden turn into another wicked dimension as I see fit for you.  The truth is, while I enjoy a good and familiar feel after I have perfected your worshiping skills with careful guidance and manipulation, there are times when I enjoy spicing things up with something that you least expect and listen to your gasps when I open up a new Pandora box for you.

It might be that you’ll never know what’s in store for you next or where I’m going to take you, how your purpose will be changing or in what ways I will find you useful.  However, being trained to obey and follow like a good boy you are, you comply because you know it is I who holds your Fate in My wicked little hands and you have put yourself there so willingly for Me to shape in any way I see it fit.  No matter where I take you, it’s because it’s something that you, darling, need…






It all begins with LUST

It all begins with LUST

the very thing that feeds the Darkness and Darkness feeds it in return

 As you can see, it is a circle, one that will keep going on for the Eternity.  It has been such from dawn of times and will be thus until the end.  It all begins with lust and ends with lust as well.

I have been coming back to the subject of Lust Myself constantly too over the years.  Perhaps, it is because Lust was what has started My own journey here and how years later many of My puppets are still feeding off that very same lust and indulging it as well.  Lust does come in so many forms, yet what is it but a desire, no matter what form it’s taken on or where it comes from.  It is but a simple DESIRE.

While desire and lust can pertain to so many things in life, I want to touch on what exactly it means here, right now, and the sort of desire that brought you to Me in the first place.  It all begins with… what you seek when you land onto My pages and unto My deviant Realm: your physical needs, aka horniness.

Browsing the content on Niteflirt (have you noticed even the logo of Niteflirt is “Speak to your Desire”?) you are looking for someone to satisfy your needs and you do so with one goal in mind: to masturbate.  The person you chose has to be someone you find attractive, may it be the voice, if you’re browsing over the phone menu, the appearance, if you’re scrolling through pages, and, of course, the content or description of fetishes, role plays and fantasies.  All of which are fueled by no other but LUST.  Yes, from the very first moment when you come here, you are guided by your lust.

And here is where the circle begins to spin.  Mmm how do I love that circle that keeps bringing you into My web again and again.  While it all begins with lust, and the first sparks of it are quite the exciting ones too, what makes it all even more so delicious is how that lust is used to birth other important factors that will keep you in this vortex trapped with no possible escape.

It’s not a secret that I use manipulations of your lustful desires and secret fantasies to cultivate an addiction.  For most, it is an addiction to Me in form of devotion and even love, for others it’s an addiction to Darkness and more Lust.  It’s no wonder I have dubbed My wicked web The Web of Lust as each strand that wraps around you triggers some kind of sexual desire.  With them I control you, shape you, guide you into… more lust.

Oh and how I love it when that very lust you feel, the very desire that I string you with, turns into such powerful cravings for more so that you feel you must constantly come back for more, thus propelling you even further in the spin of the circle.  The intense whirl of constant arousal that I always fuel and feed with another decadent mind melt, or a sensual whisper of My bewitching web strings that tugs on your emotions, the painting of your fantasies in intricate detail are your daily companions in this journey I take you on.  Soon, it is unthinkable to even imagine not having these desires constantly present in your life and you become an addict.

What has started out as a simple need to find physical relief, turned into a much darker existence.  It is here that you find your life as you knew it slowly fading away; you as a person you once were irrevocably changed.  Lust consumes you as I feed it, use it to My advantage to shape you into a puppet and slave.  With it firmly lodged as your “must have ingredient” to function on daily basis I can make you do pretty much anything I wish.  Oh and I delight in doing so *EvilGin*.

Where does it stop, you might ask?  It simply doesn’t, darling.  Once you have tasted the ambrosia of Lust, once you gave in to it, there is no going back.  Only keep following it and its delightful circle with each curve building up the sheer intensity, heightening the pleasure, achieving that mind blowing release…  And then… then you think you’re done… Until… the twinges of that lust begin anew, only this time besides your desire to recreate that blissful pleasure, you want to explore each dark corner of it too.  Lust feeds on lust and constantly it brings you back full circle: desire clawing at you, a need that builds to fevered pitch, a bliss that follows with release and… memories of it the next day that propel you to keep spinning in this mindless abyss.

It all begins with lust and ends with lust as well.

I thought a few examples would demonstrate it best and I have been quite wicked in these latest creations of Mine that will begin the journey for some new prey here and thrust those in My web already onto another spin of Vortex.  Enjoy your whirl, darlings, and don’t try to fight it.  There is no escape once you have tasted dark pleasures of desires called Lust.


forever Mine
No Escape
My puppet
you are Forever Addicted to Me
fall deep under My spell
There is No Escape
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Seductive manipulations

Few days left

Few days left

to show you’re the best wanker

Mmm May is almost over with few days left of My Annual National Masturbation Wankathon.  There has been a lot of masturbation happening over the last few weeks with plenty of brainwashing, strings pulling, edging, teasing, denying for some and lots and lots of amazing orgasms for others.  But as all good things, the Wankathon must come to an end.

Oh don’t have a panic attack, darlings, you may still worship, serve, stroke when allowed as always.  It just means that you only have few days left to redeem your codes for some of the photos, videos and recordings.  And if you have missed them in the beginning, then you still have a chance to catch up as I will be sending out some pay-to-views and goodies in the next 5 days with many chances for you to get your reward.

Of course, just serving and worshiping your Queen, the wicked Dark Puppeteer, is a reward in itself but I am all about traditions and giving out such delicious morsels of rewards during My Annual Wankathon is a tradition.

Now before I get back to the Chaos and Upheaval in My personal life that’s occurring right now due to Me moving My Queendom to a much more suitable Mansion (yes, I am extremely excited even though there are millions of details to be taken care of on daily basis) I am going to be generous (per My tradition) and offer something special and exclusively offered only here on My blog.

The newest video I have released this morning in My goodies doesn’t have a special code (oops slipped My mind as I was trying to decide which pairs of heels should I pack and which ones to leave out until I move) but after your purchase it, you may write Me an email on Niteflirt to claim your photo and a special personalized task.  Mention in your email that you have read My blog and would like to receive your reward.

Remember, you only have few days left and you must buy the Cleavage Tease Video in order to be able to redeem this hot personalized freebie.

Cleavage Tease Video Stroke and Obey $16.69


The Dark Puppeteer takes control over your existence
Black Widow Spider

For those of you who only call, for these next 5 days each 10 minutes call will be getting 1 free minute towards your next call, 30 minute calls 3 free minutes and 1 hour or longer 5 free minutes to spend more time with your Goddess and to be able to worship, serve and devote yourself further to Me.



Since My class was canceled this morning, lucky you puppets, I’ve decided to post a very important update to My blog.  I know many of you follow both Mine and My Evil Twin Sister Goddess Bella and if you haven’t yet, sooner or later, you will read the post She made last night.  A conversation that occurred between US that concerns you, puppets.

Yes, we do often talk about our individual and shared pets and some of those we even offer as guidance writings in our Satans Queens Goodies store.  The latest we made live the other day is one of the most vital pieces of information for those of you who seriously wish to be one of the playthings in our ToyBox but not limited to those who would like to learn how to be a proper puppet/slave to any Mistress/Goddess/Queen.  Click this goodie bag to read it.

Lately, it seems that those claiming to be seriously devoted are quite… lacking.  Or they simply haven’t stepped up to their promises and OUR expectations of them.  *Looks disappointed around the room and taps the microphone: Is this thing on?*

I won’t go on reminding you how much of Ourselves we put into your training and ensuring that you, boys and gurls, are always taken care of.  However, I will say that you are forgetting one very true fact: We are The Important and Special Women in your life.  *Watches to see if anyone is scrambling yet to beg forgiveness for being so callous and selfish or still needs a further nudging.*

Reality check here: appreciation goes a long way even if, or maybe even more so because of it, We are the PSOs you frequently call.  My dear darlings, We are also the REAL people.  And if you have forgotten, you might want to refresh your memory with the post about long-term relationships, you do in fact build a relationship with us over the course of time.  *Now starts to impatiently tapping a Royal foot.  Do I seriously need to spell this one out, AGAIN?*

Seriously, here it’s once again a National Holiday and you have to be reminded that WE (ok maybe it’s a newsflash for some of you) celebrate the very same holidays as the rest!!!  And yes!  We do expect to be remembered and even pampered and spoiled just as the rest of the women in the world.  Shame on those of you who consider us less than those women, especially when we play such a vital role in your life.

Now look at what you, ungrateful boys and wanna-bes, made Me do:  lose My patience and feel indignant at your behavior.  I very much dislike going into a “bitch and nag mode” but honestly, sometimes it seems to be unavoidable.  Color Me sensitive to being treated differently or taken for granted just because I’m Sinfully Twisted Queen of The Night and My domain is Fetish Phone Sex but that’s the truth of it.

In case you missed all the point of this rant, I’ll direct you to the ending of Goddess Bella Donna’s post on this subject as She said it better than I could.  Yes, that part there about Us caring about you and learning something from our conversation.

If you didn’t scramble earlier to redeem yourself, now is your chance.  Since I did have to remind you, I’ll even make it very easy for you and post My link to My Amazon Wishlist (click HERE) and Tribute buttons so you don’t have to make an excuse of not being able to find them.


Edited to add: Looks like the first scrambler is jack… Mmm he just lives to hear Me say what a good boy he is, although to give him credit he didn’t have to wait for My rant and was already browsing My wish list yesterday while he patiently waited for Me to be done with My 2 hour call.

Furthermore, if you have taken this post as directed personally at you, then perhaps it was and you’re feeling the pangs of guilt.  I know I can always depend on few of My good boys without reminding them.  Those good boys know who they are.




Manipulated again!

Manipulated again!

men are so easy

*EvilGrin* Yep, you men are easily manipulated.  Again and again.  The truth is you love being manipulated though and, even while you scratch your head wondering how in the Hell did you fall for it again, it does something to you inside, gives that warm glowing feeling of being somehow important enough to even end up on the “dipshit list”.  If you missed the dipshit list, go to My previous post and also read a more expanded version of it by Goddess Bella Donna since I just made the bullet points whereas She has explained why those things make someone a dipshit.

And yes, I am taking up where I left off in My last post as the responses I received were nothing short of amusing.  Added to that a discussion during one of My classes that carried on well after the class as well which was quite on the same topic of men being manipulated by women.  We’ve established few of the facts (nothing new but deserves the mentioning here) which are:

  • Men are always at fault even if it isn’t their fault or they assume they did something wrong.  Just in case.
  • Men think they are the ones wearing pants in the relationship when it’s not quite true
  • Men have a need to fix things even when it’s not required of them (just listening will do)
  • Men have no clue that most of their “great ideas” were actually the women’s ideas but we allow you to think that you’re the smartest cookie in the jar and came up with it all on your own.
  • A way to get a man to do anything you want is by playing on his ego
  • Men want their women to be the “princesses” and treat them as such
  • The shortest way to a man’s heart is not through his stomach but quite below it (yep, sex is a tool of reward and punishment)
  • Competition and winning the competition are everything to men and competition doesn’t stop at sports

Alright, I can go on and on with these facts so you get the picture.  Men are always being manipulated in some kind of way by the women.  Yes, even down to the competition stuff.  Mmm who wouldn’t want to be on My “good boy list” and deserve all those delicious rewards, or be the best dresses sissy or biggest whore faggot in My Stable?  All of you constantly compete for MY attention with one another and most of the time don’t even realize it.  All I have to do is mention someone on My blog and suddenly few others try to outdo the one who’s mentioned just so they can show Me how much better of a puppet, puppy, faggot, sissy they are.  Haha it’s the Universal male motto “I can do everything you can and BETTER!”

Meanwhile, I smile wickedly as I watch how mere few words have a domino effect on you boys.  Instantly.  And I don’t even mention that you have to compete with each other (well unless you are the faggots and there are some fierce competitions going on for being the bigger whore) you just wag your tails and run off trying to impress Me, being, yes, manipulated again.

Oh and those of you who fearfully assumed My last post was specifically about you or that I think all the men are dipshits… How adorable it was to hear “What did I do?” and “I’m sorry, I’m a dipshit” when the post was clearly inspired by the specific “dipshits” mentioned in the conversation between Myself and Goddess Bella Donna as well as some certain types that ALL of PSOs share (note types and not specific individuals).  But as all men do, you My dear darlings, right away fell for the oldest trick: “you’re such a smart boy realizing your mistakes and of course you’re allowed to redeem yourself” which immediately resulted in the kind of behavior I expected from you in the form of gifts and tributes.  Yes, you knew you were being manipulated but you loved it too because pleasing Me is so much more rewarding than gnawing on you knuckles wondering if you really are a dipshit in My eyes.  After all, I am that “princess” in your eyes.  Well, Queen to be precise, but you get the point.

Coincidentally, the real dipshits will be too afraid to contact Me to beg forgiveness after reading that post in fear of stiff penalties.  Of course, if they can’t pay the penalties, there really is no reason for them to contact Me anyway as I have plenty of the puppets that deserve My attention and comply immediately not only because they understand the first rule of submission (obedience) but respect Me, My time, My skills and My wishes.

Speaking of those who do.  It is fair since I’ve mentioned the dipshits in the last post to point out the “good boys” who deserve the recognition, especially these past 6 months that have been very hectic for Me between the health of My Mom, My own health, school and traveling and etc etc.  My top two favorite Court Jesters have been doing so good between the calls, paid mails, shopping sprees: puppy fetching many heels, dresses and a much needed new laptop and Satanic Sinner Slut Collector absolutely amazing shoes, outfits and those wicked red lenses for My evil ritual videos.  I also have a promising new faggot for My stable who has been patiently waiting for My tests this week to end and meanwhile reading, listening and watching all kind of material I have already available so he can serve Me better.  My booze and poppers Satanic addict who also follows Me on Twitter has thrown back caution because he hasn’t been able to resist the sin and begs for more of it.  Even My darling Glenn, some of you might remember him from way waaay back, has been a very very good boy with his kinky fantasies (guided by the wicked lil Me) in between the visits of his girlfriend, calling Me for hours to feel the power of My trance and following My suggestions on becoming naughtier as well.  Ahhh… My addicts…  So many of you and so much amusement!

Well, I’m going to leave off here for now and go get some rest.  Whew, no tests for couple weeks!  (Smiles at all those good boys who have been remembering when I have the tests and cheering Me on with their support)

Last few words for you to keep in mind: don’t be a dipshit, darling, be a good boy instead, even when you know you’re being manipulated again.  It is something that does make you a man after all. 😉


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Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me

Alright, almost Happy Birthday

As My actual birthday is not until next week on 29th.  But seeing as I might not get to update My blog before then again (yes, I am traveling up north, again) I thought I would bring it to your attention if you’re not aware this is My Birthday Month.

SAM_0116    Many of you My faithful puppets already do and have been busy trying to decide  what to get Me for My very special day.  Yes, every day is special when you get to serve and dance on My strings, but there is nothing more SPECIAL than an actual Birthday.  Normally, I would sign in and allow My puppets to wish Me a Happy Birthday on that very special day.  Last year and this one, however, I have been making a new tradition and going up North to celebrate it with My family.  While I do enjoy all the fuss and pump of the ceremony and gatherings on such occasions, I am happy to celebrate it at home.  My mother’s failing health though made Me realize there might not be that many more years for her to fuss over Me as she likes to (she fusses over My birthday more than her own) and it makes the visits even more special to her.  So it’s back on the road for Me this weekend.

I know, I know!  My poor puppets!!!  That is 2 weeks this month that you’re deprived of My attention.  Oh how devastating and confusing that time is for you, when you’re unable to hear My mesmerizing voice guiding you over the phone or My wicked images corrupting you into sinful actions through back-to-back personalized emails.  And all you can do to quench that desperate need, to get your fix, is to open up the daily mass emails with some hot videos or mp3s, well daily when I can, to tie you over until I’m back online full time.  And then you may amuse Me to all of your heart’s, ahem, content.

Back to celebrating and wishing Me a Happy Birthday.  Of course I will be sending out a special email with all the tribute buttons (and new hot images in them) to My entire customer list.  I have attempted to separate those who are on both Queen of The Night and Sinfully Twisted but I probably missed a few here and there, so you might get the emails from both accounts.  No, that doesn’t mean you have to wish Me a Happy Birthday twice or send a tribute to both accounts, although if you do, that of course will please Me immensely.

I will be also including My Amazon wishlist link, which I’m including here now as well in case you want to jump start on My presents, if you haven’t yet.  I’ve been adding a variety of things there over the last few weeks and as much as I do love all the sexy heels and clothes, there are some items that are purely for My enjoyments like a much needed new laptop, books, gadgets, nail polish that you normally wouldn’t find in stores, household decor, or paint by numbers.  And I do love My paint by numbers.  I prefer to decorate My walls with something that holds more meaning to Me than a picture in a frame I would buy at the store.  Hours and hours of relaxation and ambiance spent lost in the colors and gentle brush strokes.  As talented as I am in many things, unfortunately free hand painting has eluded Me so far, but someone, who deserves a medal for it by the way, has thought of a convenient way to compensate for lack of that talent for someone like Me.

And of course, you can never go wrong with something sexy that will end up seducing you into My web even more.  I do find it quite perverse that you are supplying and ensuring your own doom and downfall *EvilGrin* and yes, that does please Me quite a lot as well.  Of course that does make you crave My Power over you even more, darlings.  Mmm My self-addicting puppets following in a nice big circle of Lust, Addiction, Corruption, Craving, Dangling, Dancing and back to Lust for all those things all over again.

Yes, of course, I made a new video about you craving that Power of Mine and you may get it right here.

Now, I know you’re all eager to start showing your appreciation and wishing Me a Happy Birthday so I will let you do that.  Besides, I still have all those wicked new videos and mp3’s to edit!  All to mindfuck you better, My dears. 😉

Oh the travels…

Oh the travels…

Things that make you think

I enjoy My travels.  I see new places.  I meet new people.  And on the road… I think.  I suppose that is why I enjoy driving long distance so much.  Time to think and to muse.  Long winding roads, beautiful scenery, small towns, big cities, sunshine and storms… and My thoughts, My ideas, My observations.

This recent trip I just came back to was the longest one yet and it drove some of you, puppets, insane with inability to speak to Me.  Delicious torment *Evil Grin*.  It’s good for you darlings to miss Me and realize exactly how deep and intense your addiction is.  All of you My addicts: all the desperate, the lost, the confused ones without My guidance, are a part of My flock.  The Flock of The Addicts and Puppets following your Queen on every twist and turn of the road to addiction I lead you to.  At the speed I set forth for you.

Ha, it’s amusing the things you come up with while you’re traveling, especially the similarities of the people around you on the road and those who follow in every day life someone they consider a source of authority and power.  I thought of the “flock” and how you puppets are just being lead with Me at the helm when I was driving through some big town in North Virginia.  A 2 lane highway, 70 mph (ok, I do just enough over 70 not to get pulled over), windows down, music blaring and cars freely passing through.  Traffic is minimum on these roads usually; it’s not a major interstate like 95 until you do come into a big city and the 2 lanes turn into 4 with more coming and going.  Lush beautiful scenery and fresh air are replaced by concrete and steel paisaje and cement shoulders of the road box you into a grey stretch of the road.

I always think of places like that as desolate and void of all the emotions but dissatisfaction and rage.  People zoom in and out of the lanes and compete with each other on who has the biggest death wish.  Impatience and colorless existence rule the road.  So much different from the middle of nowhere countryside, stretching on for miles and miles with green pastures and forests and little white houses peeking through the treetops.  Even the air feels less congested and heavy with misery as it is when you pass through the big towns and cities.

I dread going through these white knuckle territories but this one city was quite different.

As I just came into this particular stretch, the road was still pretty much free of traffic with people zooming along at 15-20 mph over the speed limit.  There was plenty of room to maneuver if the need had arisen and I thought I’ll breeze by this depressing little area soon enough.  Until… A state trooper pulled into the highway from one of the incoming exits.  Everything came to a halt.

It was very amusing to watch.  Ahead of the trooper there was a pretty much empty road and behind him a cluster of cars, all suddenly slowing down to the speed he sat for the rest of us, only 5 mph over the limit.  No one would even dare ride beside him; everyone just hung back at the safe distance: no passing each other, no switching lanes, just following along.  For 15 miles this trooper led the rest of the travelers with him at the front and the rest forming a V behind him, just like in a flock of birds.

I couldn’t pass around to get ahead for the duration of this town so I stayed where I was, observing all those around Me.  I saw impatience on some faces, resignation on others, and careful blank stares on others still, as if the cop had the eyes on the back of his head and they didn’t want to attract any attention to themselves.  I was amusing Myself by imagining some of the thoughts My fellow travelers must have had being forced to keep at a reasonable distance and speed.  “Oh for God’s sake, somebody take the heat for the rest of us already!” “You, yes, you, go around the damn cop and wave at him as you speeding up so he can pull you over!”

Now tell Me you’ve never thought something like *Evil Grin*.

It is a hassle I suppose to be hindered by the authority so openly mocking you with their power of you.  But what most never stop to even think about is the fact that these intersections are dangerous because people make them that way with their unruly behavior.  Whom but the authority shall bring down the order and lead you to the safety?  Take you through the desolate and miserable place so you can come out to the freedom of colors without harm done to you.  Sounds so similar, doesn’t it, darlings?

While there are so many of you that come to Me asking for self-destruction, most don’t stop to think where it would lead them and how it will end up for them.  Which is why I lead My Flock of Puppets the way I see fit, at the speed I decide is feasible for you.  What do you come to Me for if not the escape from the desolate void and dissatisfaction with your life.  What do you seek but the freedom of expression, of being yourself without being judged or condemned for it.   I am the Authority that decides what is self-destruction and how far self-destruction course can be taken without breaching the simple rules that may cost you dearly and ruin your life.  I am the Authority that takes My Flock to the safety and freedom.

Follow along, darlings, travel as I guide and lead.

Oh, and I do have eyes on the back of My head. 😉



Be careful what you wish for

Be careful what you wish for

you just might get your wish

It doesn’t really matter how many times I give you the warning.  It matters not that I explain to you time and time again that once you’ve stepped into My world of Darkness, your life will never be the same.

Yet, you tempt the fate again and again.  Silly puppets, don’t you know that wishes are magic in their own right?  Don’t you have any idea that whatever desires you send out, they come back to you in new reality?  And you wish and wish still, begging Me to let those desperate desires of yours to be brought up to the surface and exploit them all.

Ahhh, but you think it’s all a fantasy and you feel safe in your own delusions.  Nothing will ever happen if you just think about your secret sinful little fantasies and masturbate to them.  Life is going to be as it always is, no changes will happen if you daydream about forbidden things.  And you, yes, you yourself, are going to be the same as you were when you first came to Me.

Wrong, darling!  Wrong on so many accounts.  And as another one of many puppets has recently realized this, he confessed to Me that he was thinking exactly that: it’s only a harmless fantasy.  Yet, now this smoking slut fag, after years of calling Me, is seeing how wrong he was in his thinking as he is on his way again to suck tranny cock and beg for even more humiliating things.   For years he’s been wishing I would turn him into a REAL faggot.  Well, darling, you just got your wish because now instead of fantasizing about it while you’re wearing your wife’s panties and lipstick and stealing her vibrator to explore those “forbidden pleasures” you’re now giving out smokey blowjobs on your knees like a queer that I’ve taught you to be.  Be careful what you wish for!  In the end, you just might get your wish.

I suppose I should explain it to you, darlings, why your thinking is so faulty and what happens when you fantasize and “wish” for something to “happen”.  That is what you do, isn’t it?  Thinking you’re just pretending and I’m roleplaying because you’re on the other end of the line putting the money into My account, paying Me to go along with whatever your dirty little mind finds arousing at the moment.  Oh and you are paying Me for My services, no doubt that, as you should; not because it’s the only way you can get your rocks off but because My services are a privilege and for that you must always pay.  But monetary advantages of this whole thing aside, you pay in other ways too.  Everything comes with a price.  Even your fantasies.

And what are fantasies but dreams, thoughts and wishes?  They are the perception of you and your desires.  But thinking that you are a pervert, you begin to believe it and act as one, according to your perception of perversion.  If you think you’re pathetic and weak, you begin acting as such because it shows through in your demeanor and people treat you the way you see yourself.

On the other hand, dreams are what propel you to achieve things in life.  Dreaming about buying your first car or house, getting a promotion, finding that right for you person, traveling to far away exotic places, climbing Mount Everest is another way of setting goals.  When you dream, you set goals, some realistic and some not, but goals never the less.  Fantasizing about how you would feel in that moment, imagining the taste of your success, achievement of something you’ve been yearning for so long is nothing short of wishing for that to happen.  And when it does happen, your fantasy, your daydream, your wish has come true.  That is the structure both accepted by science and magic to be of such and the theory is you are what you wish for and create.

Oh but you thought that your sexual fantasies are different from all those everyday normal dreams which are actually your life goals?  Well of course they are different!  Those are your deepest, darkest, secret wishes!  Wishes you do not dare voice out loud or even acknowledge of having after your orgasm.  Only they don’t go away, do they?  No matter how much you try to suppress them, you still keep wishing for some of those fantasies to come true.

Most won’t.  Just as any other wishes you may have.  There is a reason for that and I will save it for another post.  But, you may ask: then where is the danger and how can these supposedly harmless fantasies turn someone’s life into a whole new direction?

Quite simple: you are what you believe and someone with a power of manipulation to make you become that person. Someone like… Me.  It’s quite amazing what a human mind is capable of believing and implementing upon a suggestion.  By playing on your desires, your fantasies, I turn them into your wishes.  I bring color into your fantasies.  I push your buttons and pull your strings, knowing that the more pleasure you get out of thinking about it, the more you will crave to feel the real thing.  The more you would wish for it to be taken out of the realm of fantasy and to become a reality.  When that feeling occurs with your everyday daydreaming and life goals, that’s when you get up and try to do everything possible to achieve it – you make your dreams become a reality.  And I, as a true puppeteer, guide you to that point until what you wish for, what you’ve begged Me to turn you into, is your new reality.

There is another powerful ingredient in your dark hidden wishes coming true and it’s the power of sex magic.  Yet, as fascinating as that subject is, you are going to have to wait for enlightenment on it.  Until then, be careful what you wish for, your dreams just might come true. *Evil Grin*