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

Dashing through

Dashing through

The snow, the month, the year, the holidays… oh My…

Whichever one applies to you at the moment, pick one!  It’s the season to be dashing through whatever is on your list.  Which is exactly what I am doing right now with a quick post while I’m taking a breather from all of My dashing around.

Ha, I wish I could say that the holidays have snuck up on Me but I would be lying since not only have I been aware this whole time but I’ve actually been actively preparing for them.  Yet, since nobody has figured out yet how to fit extra 10 hours into a 24 hour day and how to clone yourself to get things done faster, here I am dashing through My list of things-to-do before the clock runs out.

This year I have the pleasure of family gathering at MY house for the holidays and while initially I was thrilled, now I’m wondering if I have completely lost My mind.  Even My adorable mutt has been wondering the same thing as she follows Me around the house and looks at Me weird when I stop in the middle of filming to grab the duster because I suddenly saw a spot from a whole new angle that needed dusting.  All the while I’m wearing lingerie and heels and the camera is rolling.  Haha, nope, you won’t be seeing that footage.

I have managed, though, to come up with several hypnotic videos and mindfucking recordings that will making you puppets pause in your own dashing through whatever you have on your own lists and take a much needed break from reality.  Yes, I know, I always think of My puppets and their well-being since you boys constantly forget to do it yourself and what could be better than simply shutting off your mind for Me and do what you’ve been trained to do: worship your Queen.  That past-time alone is rewarding in the fact that you get to please Me, something you live for, and in the way you get to de-stress, which will prolong your lifespan in turn and will enable you to continue pleasing your Queen for many more years.  No matter which way you look at it, taking the time to slip into that subspace you love so much is quite beneficial.

Which is why I’m dashing through here in between editing, decorating, recording, searching for any piece of lint out of place and etc etc to remind you to stop your own dashing and enjoy the state of blankness or the hypnotic pull while you worship your Queen.  And, if you haven’t yet, show your appreciation with a nice xmas gift from My Amazon wishlist.

Meanwhile I’m leaving you with a taste of sheer wickedness and a preview sample from one of My newest masterpieces that you will certainly need to add to your collection as soon as I send it out.

Dashing through to wish you Happy Holidays from Queen Luna!
Happy Holidays from Queen Luna!

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…






Ringing the Devil’s doorbell

Ringing the Devil’s doorbell

That’s what you do when you masturbate according to Fappy The Humper

Ok, this was waaaay too good to pass up and I though since it’s Monday (why does everyone fear Mondays so much???) everybody could use a good laugh and relieve some tension until you can get away, find some privacy, grab your lube and REALLY relieve the tension by ringing the Devil’s doorbell with your next sinful masturbation session.

This morning I had a revelation.  Satan paid Me a visit and gave His blessings to start My own government funded organization “Start Masturbating Now!”  Nope, I didn’t lose My ever loving mind somewhere, it was a natural response to reading through one of the most ridiculous religious group’s website that screams “Stop Masturbation Now!”  First I had to mop up My morning tea from My keyboard, of course, before I could pay attention to that Devil on My shoulder urging Me to “do it! Start your own organization!  You already have a huge following!  You can be Satan’s Spokesperson and guarantee Yourself fame and riches.  And the BEST spot in Hell where you can be the Queen of Masturbation Encouragement for Eternity!!!”

Don’t you just love when you get these kind of revelations first thing Monday morning while you’re innocently minding your business, trying to wake up and lazily scroll through your Facebook feed to see if anything even remotely interesting has popped up over night besides pictures of food plates that people for some reason have to share with the entire world wide web as you indulge in every meal of the day (what’s with that anyway?) or disgrunted memes about government not doing its job (they ALL must have lost gray matter due to masturbation!) and other garden variety of BS?  And here I thought this would be one of those ordinary Mondays for Me until…  A headline caught My attention:

Christian Anti-Masturbation’s Mascot “Fappy” Arrested For Public Masturbation While Swimming Naked With The Dolphins At Sea World In San Diego

I made such a sticky mess on My desk reading this article!  All that milky colored creamy liquid spilled over My keyboard.  Ugh, I should have known better than to try and sip My scolding and so delicious morning tea reading it.  But, as I am a Sinner (yes I confess to being one) and I never pass up ringing the Devil’s doorbell when I get a chance Myself (yup, I just confessed again, Queen Luna masturbates!) I kept reading on.  Oh I went even further, after I picked Myself up from the floor because I was laughing hysterically, and checked out the website of this anti-masturbation movement.

This is where Satan started whispering in My ear, btw, that sly Devil always up to no good and pounces when you’re distracted reading in a daze some of the biggest bullshit hogwash I’ve ever encountered.  And I was raised in Soviet Union and read their Atheist’s Bible!!!  That’s quite a lot of bullshit, if you ask Me, and not everyday you can honestly say you’ve seen matching or more bullshit than that.

The Unholy message that I received was that I too can be a Savior just like that Lonnie person who has taken on the mission of spreading the Gob’s word (no I didn’t mean God) and promises to save your soul by praying for you, or against you if you’re a masturbator (yup, go look at the comments on their website, they have praying hands “for” and “against”) and preaching of the horrific consequences of masturbation such as:

Masturbation is a gateway drug to rape. It also leads to sexual dysfunction, erodes family values, and is a top ten cause of disease.

– Lonnie Childs

Also, if you are a follower of this Lonnie person, you won’t turn into a zombie, will save chickens, create more soldiers for Jesus instead of wasting your seed, you will lose weight, will be able to see a red dot on a purple meme, won’t be dumped by your partner, will become an Alpha, your brain won’t deteriorate, you won’t turn into a serial killer like Jeffery Dahmer, will know the natural order of the household (I think they borrowed that one from the 50’s), you won’t turn gay, get the approval of Mr. T, won’t be denied birthday presents, oh and your penis won’t fall off if you stop masturbating right away!  Oh and according to Fappy, the spokesperson/mascot, who has as turns out 3 previous arrests for public masturbation, you, the masturbators, are playing in Devil’s playground and ringing the Devil’s doorbell.

So naturally, Satan was offended and came to Me this morning with a message that I should start My own movement and encourage people to masturbate more because masturbation is good for your immunity system, prevents colon cancer, helps you sleep, relieves Restless Legs Syndrome, prevents Erectile Dysfunction, makes for better sex,  releases tension and stress, fights depression, manages rapid or delayed ejaculation, and while it might not help your penis get bigger, it surely won’t make it fall off, but you will definitely enhance your sex life, will have a better and deeper knowledge of yourself and your body, will experience pleasure which has been clinically proven to contribute to your mental and physical health improvement.

Oh, wait.  I’m already a Spokesperson for Masturbation!  Silly Satan, where has He been these past 8 years???  I do have a huge Empire already with My masturbating puppets playing in the Devil’s playground all over the world!  And My videos are much better than Fappy’s too and bring valuable insight, inspiration and joy to My followers.  So what if I won’t get the government to fund My important work, I will be forever immortalized as the Queen of Masturbation Encouragement for Eternity and the glory will be all MINE!

What are you waiting for, puppets?  Follow your Queen into the battle and slay those masturbation haters with your stiff swords and cries of victorious pleasure!!!  Let the masturbation live and masturbators be loud as they are ringing the Devil’s doorbell with each satisfied orgasm!

P.S. you may find Me on Niteflirt under the names of Queen of The Night and Sinfully Twisted.  All of My videos, photos and mp3’s are created for your health benefits and better masturbation experience and are for entertaining purposes only.

P.P.S.  I would like to recommend a similar glove design as found on that ridiculous website for My pain sluts.  Spikes can make it spicy!



There is no place like home…

There is no place like home

said Dorothy clicking her ruby slippers

Me?  Well, I just looked at the pair of destroyed shoes and said: “no sight-seeing trip is complete until you wear out a pair of shoes playing a tourist”.  And then I went back to My enchanting mansion where I stood in front of all those sexy heels in My closet and said with contentment: “There really is no place like home.”

Me and My shoes…  While I’m nothing like most typical women, this is one thing (of very few) that I share with the rest of the female population.  The only difference is that I enjoy colorful, spiked, bold and daring shoes, just like My clothes.

Well, enough about that for now, I’ll get back to reminding you of all the sexy heels on My amazon wishlist just waiting to be gifted by you to Me because you simply adore Me later.  Right now, it just feels good to be home.

My birthday and the vacation went quite amazing and I thank everyone for My birthday wishes.  I have received so many emails that I’m just saying it here as I’ll be forever catching up answering all of birthday wishes.  That would leave Me absolutely no time to catch up with all the wicked things I have planned for My puppets, addicts and slaves.  And now that I am home, oh how I’ve missed the wickedness…

Already I am thinking of the next video sets that I want to film.  And the new mp3’s to brainwash you with to record.  And answering My phone to further addict you or seduce a new prey into My lovely web.  While I’ve had a blast visiting with family and playing a tourist in Philly, I have to admit, there is no place like home.

I’m still settling in and some things are still awaiting to have a purpose or place assigned to them in My new Evil Mansion of Lust and Wickedness but as I look around, I see so many potentials for another amazing shoot or two or many, knowing every one of you puppets’ weaknesses, and gleefully anticipating exploring the effects as you tumble deeper not even realizing what hit you or how.  The first month here I didn’t get but a tease of a chance to do it, but now that My vacation is over, Me taking another few months off from school, I can’t wait to get started!

Indeed, there is no place like home where I can be exactly who I am, The Evil Enchantress, and do what I love, trapping My prey for Eternity as My mindless slaves and puppets.

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. 😉

A Playful Side

A Playful Side

Even an Evil Queen has one.

I rarely show off My playful side although I allow it to be expressed in gentle touches at all times. I tone it down quite often but the playful side of Me still manifests itself in the variety of ways I captivate My pets and puppets, at least those devoted ones that over a period of time get to know Me through our conversations.

There is an immense part of that playfulness in My seduction whether it’s dainty heel dangling off My sexy little toes or those wicked head games I play with you. I delight in toying with My prey. Of course being a Queen, I do so with grace and My Royal subjects barely even suspect that My playful side is what’s responsible for all those mind numbing moments when I take you under and envelop you in a cocoon of My deliciously wicked web.

I do get a lot of entertainment out of teaching My puppies and puppets new tricks. That never stops amusing Me; just to see how high someone would jump at the graceful flick of My hand or how much panting and tail wagging can be actually produced on a demand. And at times I am mischievous in My pursuits of amusement by planting thoughts and desires into the minds of My playthings that under regular circumstances would seem absolutely silly or just plain out of character. Then I delight in seeing how My perfectly brainwashed puppets simply accept it as normal behavior.

Yet, those are only some aspects of My playful side. There is also the natural joy of life and frolicking in the sun with delightful pearls of laughter and an exquisite sense of humor that quite often gets Me into even more mischief. I am a Lioness after all. I love to play and which is why I do enjoy pulling the puppet strings so much. And My creative side allows Me to find many amusing ways of making puppets dance and put on entertaining performances.

Don’t get Me wrong here. Training puppets just right is not all fun and games and it takes a lot of serious and thorough approaches. I put in a lot of concentration and thought into proper guidance of those I deem worthy enough to be groomed as My devotees. A lot of hard and consistent work goes into building the kind of mind set that eventually pays off as entertainment. Not to mention, as a Queen I do have a responsibility of keeping My Realm running smoothly and justly.

And then sometimes… All seriousness must give way to something just wickedly naughty. For pure fun. Which is why I’ve decided to share a glimpse from one of My newest videos (of course you’ll have to see the entire clip to fully appreciate the humor in it) right here on My blog. Still as charming as ever, sexy as hell and deliciously wicked in My playful side delivering an Award winning performance. And yes, I just might film the Acceptance Speech too. *Evil Grin*

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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. 😉



Manipulation is the Game

Manipulation is the Game

How you love being manipulated

I know I speak a lot about puppetry and keep coming back to the subject so familiar to many of you.  Well that is what I do after all, isn’t it?  Manipulating you, your thoughts, your desires, and for some even your entire life.  For most, being manipulated comes naturally.

If you really think about it, you’re always being manipulated everywhere you turn.  It’s your boss, your family, your friends, even that soft drinks vending machine is manipulating you on daily bases.  Somebody is always telling you something that you should be doing, that it’s something that you need, something you can’t function without, somebody always wants something from you. Somebody or something constantly pushing your buttons.

They play on your need to keep a job.  Sure, you don’t have to take it from your boss and you can always find another job.  But you and him both know that in today’s economy it would be such a hassle and you’d rather just put up with all the unfair demands and plain bullshit from stuck up lazy asses who expect you to do all their work for them.

And your family.  Now that’s the biggest manipulative force if there ever was one!  The guiltrips alone make you want to do whatever just so they can leave you alone.  Of course you also have to watch our for those sweet and innocent like manipulations where you both know what all the sucking up is all about but your sense of decorum won’t allow you to refuse a family member.  Family is everything.  And they are the first ones to manipulate you.

Then you have your friends.  Do you even have time or energy left after all other manipulations for them too?  Yet, you’re a good friend, or at least try to be and you’ll listen to the sob “wife treats me like crap and boss is on my ass” stories, lend out those precious tools out of your garage (the ones you won’t even let your family members breathe on), and even cover for them at work or their latest affair with some bimbo.  Playing on your friendship and loyalty.

And you can’t even escape manipulations from the advertisements!  They are on every single corner shouting about something tasting good, being refreshing, good for your health, great for your garage, even better for your erection.  “Nah, I don’t need any of that.  I’m not hungry, thirsty, horny.”  Then you find yourself bombarded with it until you start to wonder:”Do I really need another cordless drill?  Is that new lunch bistro really going to make me feel better if I eat their “organic” food every day?  I like my cola but maybe I should start drinking that new refreshing no sugar no calorie one they just came out with.  Am I horny even though I just masturbated few hours ago?  If I’m not, does it mean I’m having erectile problems???”  And all this time the adds keep playing over and over in your subconsciousness until you’ve been manipulated and you get those products anyway.

That’s life and you’re so used to being manipulated that you don’t even recognize it as such when it happens to you in every situation.  Clever little mechanism we human beings have adapted, isn’t it?  It’s a self-serving mechanism too.  Ha, don’t think just because you recognize all these things as what happens to you all the time that you’re entirely innocent.  Yes, you manipulate others just as much.  What goes around, you know, must complete the circle.  Whether you do it out of entitlement or because you want something, it doesn’t matter.  Everybody manipulates everybody!

Of course some get much bigger rewards and satisfaction out of manipulating others.  And they are more skillful, more artistic, I guess you can say, about it.  Those manipulators you simply don’t want to resist even though you know exactly what it will cost you but it does make you feel so nice and gooey inside that you don’t even think about it as manipulation.  No, to you it’s excitement and in this case it’s so arousing too.  It’s elevated to a status of you being useful, and everybody wants to feel useful and appreciated, don’t they?  Don’t forget how it’s self-serving too and it’s not really manipulation because you actually want to do these things.  Yes, so they are naughty and kinky and some really dark at times, but look at what you’re getting out of this!  Endless hard-ons and lots and lots of really hot things to masturbate to.  That’s something you won’t get from your job, family, friends, or even that vending machine with the mouth watering images of thirst clenching ice cold drinks.

Now you’re probably wondering why am I spending so much time talking about you being manipulated.  Well, that’s easy, darling.  As one of those Artistic Manipulators I just mentioned up there, I always prime your mind up for whatever it is I want you to feel at the moment.  Right now, you’re in that familiar zone of being manipulated, recognizing yourself in the descriptions above, and it’s such a comforting places too, isn’t it.  Especially when I mention the hard-ons and masturbation.  This is something that you recognize as pleasurable.  Now we add that feeling of comfort of you being weak against manipulations (even if you don’t like being manipulated, you are used to being manipulated and it is still your comfort zone because you are used to being manipulated) and we get a nice little excited feeling that’s making your cock look forward to its reward of being masturbated while you’re being manipulated.

We both know that this is sheer manipulation, but you enjoy that feeling of arousal when I tell you how much it will please Me seeing you being a good boy for Me.  It’s Me pushing your buttons while I’m reminding you how wonderful it is to stroke while you’re clicking and opening My buttons.  And it’s even more exciting when I promise you a sweet reward if you are being a good boy for Me and give in to My manipulations.

As you know I have partnered with Satanic Goddess and we have been quite busy creating some wicked manipulation mp3 and writings.  We have decided to let the first 5 boys, puppets, sissies and minions who buy ALL of TODAYS wicked Goodies before Midnight June 10th have a SPECIAL REWARD. Lucky 5 of you will receive a personal message from the Evil Majesties in their Inbox with a couple of worship Photos from US. One each. In order to qualify so you do have to buy ALL OF TODAYS WICKED GOODIES BEFORE MIDNIGHT JUNE 10TH 2014!

The Ultimate Creampie Mindfuck MP3

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Cuckolds, Sissies or Piggies? Who will get the privilege of being used as our cum mop? MP3

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Behind the Scenes of our diabolical Union

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Sissy Priestess and Whore Dedication Ritual

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And I’m going to make this even sweeter and will send 1 lucky boy/gurl that is the first to reach $100 in goodies purchases from our Satans Queens by thie Friday the 13th a preview of My upcoming shoot (your choice of 3 pics or 1 min video sample).

See, darlings, you are being manipulated right now and your cock is already throbbing.  Because we both know that you love being manipulated.

What wicked hold on puppets means to them

IMG_1535I get many comments from My pets about the hold I have on them. Each has a different journey, a contrasting purpose he serves. Once that purpose has been assigned, sky is the limit to where My Evil Designs might take him. Some become My faithful puppets, worshiping, adoring, catering to My every need or whim, others become a source of amusement in the form of feminized, sissified, cock sucking sluts, others are no more than a piece of furniture: an ashtray or a foot rest. Different paths, yet one thing all do have in common. Sleepless in Seattle, just as jack has in his own way, summed it up what it means to him and so many more of you:

“It has been great to keep up with Jack and Your new sissies and all. Thank You for the updates. You are quite correct in Your observations that we completely melt and trip all over our feet the moment we talk to You. But there is so much more. All the countless hard-ons You’ve given us just reading Your blog and staring at Your pics as we edge all day long until You are on line and we can call. Continuously watching the phone button and patiently waiting until Your current call ends and calling just hoping to get through to You before someone else does. And then of course..,letting go once we do talk to you. We all hang up the call thinking the same thing… Holy fuck where have You been all my life…”

Mmm yes, it did bring a smile to My face reading that. And that’s what so many of you live for as well, just as My puppy robbie has recently confessed. Oh he loves to fetch, to be allowed to press kisses to My fingertips and precious toes, to have his soul filled with the longing and My guidance in channeling it so he may become the best behaved, most useful to Me puppy. To be walked on My leash while I allow him to carry My textbooks, heels clicking rhythmically, the sexy heels My puppy fetched for Me, him lapping at My feet… mmm what a delicious world he’s granted to belong to!

Speaking of textbooks… My finals are rapidly approaching and My blog updates more than likely will become sporadic again. I have 3 tests in one week and 2 essay due all in the beginning of May. The entire next month I will be hitting the books and hitting them hard. Of course that places an even higher demand on you, My puppets! Pain sluts will need to call in often, as I might need to work some kinks out and stretch now and again. Sissies and cock suckers, I will be requiring extra amusement; I hear laughter is more than therapeutic, so entertainment from your begging, debasement, and whoring adventures is in order. Puppets, now you have to step up with your undying attention even if you are only getting the mere crumbs of My attention. I might not be always quick to respond to an email or IM but I will be here taking calls as much as possible. Puppies, cash slaves, and cash piggies, here is your chance to show your devotion by taking care of all of My bills so that I may concentrate on My finals. Tribute, tribute, tribute!

Oh, and darlings, all of you, My pets, don’t forget, taxes are due shortly! I will be sending out an email with taxes for all brackets: pervs, faggots, puppets, etc etc with some new hot pics.