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

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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…

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Royal Birthday coming up!

Royal Birthday coming up!

CELEBRATE WITH YOUR QUEEN!

Mmm yes, My birthday is just around the corner and as always I’m quite excited about it because it means couple of things: I get to take another trip (ohh the traveler I am) and I get presents.  Not that I don’t get either of those two all year round with My driving up and down the East Coast and My darling pets constantly spoiling (such a privilege for you boys) but there is something magical about those things because they happen due to One’s Royal Birthday.

I have already received several presents from some of My pets: puppy has been extra good this year with many packages being sent to My door, filled with dresses, skirts and such, as well as sending in a tribute when I told him I found a piano on craigslist and was expecting it for My birthday.  I wasn’t disappointed as usual. 🙂  Sinner puppet’s gifts of sexy latex are currently on the way, but I did get in time a new red dress that you saw in My newest “Lust Spell” video and a latex cat suit dress from My crossdressing puppet (not sissy Moye) that I’ve enjoyed quite a bit.  Jack and foot slave also were ones of the first puppets to send Me lovely gifts of lingerie and a sexy red top.

Of course it’s still not to late for the rest of you to check out My wishlist below or send a tribute to wish your Queen a Happy Birthday.  And I just might be online and taking calls later in the evening on 29th for those of you who do call in every year to celebrate with Me.

Since I will be gone for the entire next week, I won’t be spending that much time most days online or taking calls as I will be spending time with My family.  I will still be able to answer an occasional email or two and send out the newest sizzling videos and photo sets so keep an eye on your Niteflirt inbox!  My darling puppets always need their Queen’s presence and even while I’m away, remember that I’m always here.

Now be good boys and start wishing your Queen a Happy Royal Birthday while I tend to last details and packing for My exciting trip.

Muah!

QL

 

 


      

The Game of Mindfuck

The Game of Mindfuck

It never gets old, even if the outcome is the same one time and time again: sooner or later you will view things My way, you will accept My opinion as the only right one, your interests and desires will coincide with Mine, and you will become dependent on My wicked game of mindfuck day in and day out just to function.  Whether you’re one of My virtual puppets or happen to meet Me in the real world, the game of mindfuck is one I thoroughly enjoy playing and I do so with some considerable skill.  I love turning men into My puppets simply because I can and, while the outcome is always the same, the game itself can be played in a variety of ways.

Real world or the virtual one, the Evil Enchantress is always present and the prey never stands a chance.  Some become seduced, others manipulated.  Playful flirtation or dead-pan serious and completely up front with My intentions, I ensnare men into My wicked web.  That is who I am and this is the game of mindfuck that I quite often play.

Just recently I have acquired another helpless prey that is currently wiggling furiously in his attempt not to enjoy the the game as much (oh but how can you not!) and becoming entangled even further in the sticky strings of My web in the process.  In a matter of a week the poor thing is torn between the mental ecstasy and physical ache while I’m smiling that evil smile of Mine and constantly add more fuel to the fires with each encounter.

Normally I don’t share My personal encounters via blog and save it for pay-to-views (such as My Black Widow Story and Seducing the Preacher) or conversations over the phone.  But this one is too juicy to pass up and you, My darlings, do need an update on what has been keeping Me sooo busy these past couple of weeks.

If you’re just now tuning in, I have been in the middle of a move and quite a bit of traveling as well to see My family up north in between.  I do have another trip coming up at the end of this month, since it is My Birthday month (for those of you who needs a reminder, I do expect gifts all month long) and meanwhile I have been organizing My new Enchanting Mansion to suit Me and My whims which takes quite a bit of time.  Unpacking went much faster with Me staying offline and I was able to get a majority of it done within a week.  However, there are some things that as a Queen I shall never do and that is break My sexy long nails trying to put together some things or move heavy furniture around to where I’d like it to be.  That’s what you minions and slaves are for.  But since someone has been slacking (and somebody shall PAY FOR IT IMMEDIATELY) I had to hire a handyman to come out and get all those things done for Me.

Now, I could have wrapped him around My little finger and had him do it completely for free but unless it’s one of you, My slaves and puppets, business is business and My personal ethics would be in uproar if I went against them in this and used seduction to get the labor from someone I do not already claim as Mine; and as a puppet slave of Mine I do expect you darlings to pick up the tab.  Of course that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun and play a lovely game of mindfuck while I’m there! *EvilGrin*  And the game of mindfuck began from the moment I opened My front door.

Even though I was dressed quite casual (it would be a little too impractical of Me to wear My heels while I’m running up and down the stairs unpacking and organizing now, would it) I knew this handyman was checking Me out from the get go.  I can’t blame him, naturally, as the grey spandex pants I was wearing were caressing My curves despite the casual look of them.  But it was the conversation that we got into during the several hours which it took him to get all the things done for Me that sealed his fate.  This tall, lanky, cute handyman was flustered and groaned in delightful frustration with every tease and double innuendo I threw at him.  Mmm I like a man who can get flustered and still keeps taking what I dish out hour after hour, day after day.

I also like a man who can admit to being a submissive instead of playing coyly and pretending to be something he’s not.  I know an Alpha male when I see him and I definitely know when there is a weak submissive soul is standing in front of Me.  The little antennae in My Black Widow Spider senses goes off immediately as it absorbs the delicious prey’s vulnerability in its ignorance of whom it has just encountered.  And then depending on My mood, My entire demeanor changes from casual to mesmerizing Enchantress or a flirtatious Siren.  The later one is whom My newest prey had encountered and teased by mercilessly for hours.

During our conversation it did come up that this handyman is indeed on the submissive side of the spectrum and he did try very hard to convince Me to allow him a chance to worship and serve Me as the Queen that I am upstairs in My Royal Chamber.  It was quite amusing to watch his efforts and unmistakable arousal as I kept teasing him more and more, getting deeper into his head and creating the perfect atmosphere in his mind as I do with each and every one of My prey: not just the desire to please Me but the growing need to do just that.  I wasn’t disappointed in the least as the game of mindfuck unfolded over the course of several hours that day and the following week.

The beauty of this game is the fact that we are both aware of its happenstance, and I was quite blunt when I told My newest prey that while right now he’s being torn apart between his desire to fulfill his physical needs and the blissful sensations of being mindfucked and toyed with, eventually his desires will conform to Mine.  Ahhh the mix of disbelief and arousal at that thought was quite satisfying and had Me smiling.  Mmm how many times have I faced that same disbelief from you puppets before you tumbled, conquered and thoroughly conditioned by Me to eat right out of My sexy Royal hand and dangle from the strings of My wicked web…  A game that never gets too old…

Who knows where I will take this newest prey of Mine and what purpose I will assign to his existence but one thing’s for sure, it is going to be amusing to watch as things unfold and another toy learns the meaning of Ultimate Bliss.

Meanwhile, with a smug and satisfied smile, I am back to unpacking and finding the proper places for all My crystals and candles, lingerie and heels, books and knick-knacks.  I leave you with a rare photo of Me without make up as I’m enjoying My new surroundings and musing about the wicked games of mindfucking.

The beauty of addiction

The beauty of addiction

and the irresistible draw

 

By nature, we’re all susceptible to addictions, some more than others, simply because addiction bring us pleasure in some kind of form.  It’s the beauty of human nature to seek the pleasure, to be irresistibly drawn to it.  What is life without pleasure, I ask you?  A dull existence.  Who in the right mind would want that?

Think about it, your life not free of some kind of addiction.  Every morning you get your coffee, iced latte, or skinny mocha on the way to work.  During the day you light a cigarette or when you get home at night you grab a beer out of the fridge.  Every day you constantly check your social media updates, play games on your phone or computer or search through porn sites.  Book worms get their high from the newest bestseller and feed their addiction by scouting the book stores and yard sales for those little gems of literature.  Same for collectors.  All those hobbies from collecting baseball cards to post stamps and butterflies.  That’s nothing less than an addiction.

Of course this doesn’t mean that just because everybody is prone to some kind of an addiction that their lives will get ruined.  Unless they take it to the extremes but that would fall under abnormal behavior and we’re not talking about that here.  But you get the point I’m trying to get to here.

All of you My darlings are normal.

Ok, most of you.

Oh alright, you’re all addicts because you can’t live without being mindfucked one way or another.

Now that’s the sheer truth.  But wait, what was that about the beauty of addiction?  Well, why don’t you take a look below for a second.

ADDICTIONHow many different addictions does this one image feed?

Eyes back on the words, darling, you can look at the picture again in few moments.  For right now think about what kind of addictions can this one image evokes and which cravings it appeases.  Latex and leather.  Stockings.  Legs. High heels.  Big breasts.  Superior Woman.  Authority figure.

Ok, look at it again.  Yes, I know while you’re scanning the words, your eyes are really up on the image.  Because it’s so addictive!  To keep looking.  To keep fantasizing.  To keep craving more.

Now if you can tear yourself away again for few more minutes.  What’s so beautiful about all of this?  Mmm easy: your loss of control.  Only by letting yourself go completely, becoming submerged in the pleasure factor, can you enjoy your addiction.  Let yourself fall, don’t bother hanging onto the edges of reason or you can never fully appreciate the beauty of submission or take all that your addiction offers.  How many of you actually wait for their coffee to cool off before indulging in that pure pleasure the first sip of coffee brings you?  Ha, you know you don’t wait, you just burn your tongue and go for it because you know how good it’s going to feel.  Surrendering to your addiction to pleasure, no matter what that pleasure is, your only way of fully experiencing the beauty of addiction.

Yep, go ahead, surrender and look again.  Ahhh yes… that felt so good!   Mmm such an addict. *EvilGrin*

 

 

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.

How addicted you are…

Mmm My dearest puppets, how weak I make you and what a powerful feeling it is to take you under, take you deeper, make you lose your mind completely… I thought I’d share with you, My darlings, My Jack’s confession and as you read it, think how it strikes such a familiar accord within you… how you have become just as much of a hopeless addict as he has…

“my dearest Evil Queen Luna,

i can’t stop thinking about You.  You have taken over my poor mind and are driving me crazy craving You.   I have to see all of Your videos, spend endless hours staring at Your pix and reading every spellbinding word that You write whether it is in email, ads for your pix/vids or in Your blog.

But most of all, i live to hear you speak those sweet, slightly degrading and evil words, “you are My good boy.”   it seems like forever, but it has only been two years that i have been serving and worshiping You.  And from the very first time i heard You call me ‘your good boy’ i knew those words would be the undoing of me.

And after all the calls, all the videos, all the pictures – i still tremble at the thought of hearing You call me, “My good boy.”  i have become a hopeless addict.  And what sweet and powerful addition it is.  As all addicts do, i occasionally think that this evil addiction must be broken – that i have given too much money and too much control to this Evil Goddess.   And then i hear the siren’s call and i’m right back where i belong.  At her feet, worshipping at the Evil Shrine that has become my religion.  Seeking only to serve HER – all for HER.”

Now this is what I call devotion!
Alright puppets, I know you’ve been waiting for a while for the new pictures and I was suppose to take the new sexy heels photos but I was more in the evil mood to take some in leather and latex… along with something that all of My sluts in My Royal Faggot Stable especially would appreciate. But don’t worry, there are more for My sinners and smoke slaves as well; I’ll be sending those out in the next few days!
WNS