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 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.
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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
Nope, Hell hasn’t frozen over yet so you can breathe again, My addicts. My website is still here!
Oh I know you poor darlings were going out of your mind for a bit here today, coming to My blog and finding that it just went POOF! As if some kind of a bad magic spell has taken away all that you hold dear and depend on suddenly! The withdraws were immediate and painful for some of you.
Ah but what a relief that you’re able to read it now and lovingly scrolling down the pages, making sure all of your fixes of corruption are still there. And you can breathe again addicts…
I suppose I should clue you in on what happened. It was simply time for Me to change to a much better hosting company since the one I previously used was very, v e r y S L O W. Kind of like some puppets I know have been on obedience… slower than molasses.
Anyways, the move was a necessary one, although very spontaneous and without notice. EvilGrin, but how much I enjoyed seeing some quite amusing twitching, fidgeting and moaning in panic over the loss of free wanking material and words of wisdom from your beloved Queen that keep you in the world of corruption and blissful torment. I never do pass the chance to enjoy your mental suffering when it comes to those of you puppets that I’ve addicted to such a despicable pleasure of being dependent on being a mental pain slut for Me. I didn’t get disappointed this time either with the results of your training. And yes, I will get into difference between addicts, puppets, mental pain sluts, degrees of puppetry and so on at a later time.
Well, the website is back up now so you can go back to your regularly programmed schedule of visiting My wicked Realm. For the time being, some of the photos are not displayed and I will have to re-upload them (yes, sissy Moye, your exposure pics will be back up for all to see again soon) as well as some other changes that I will be gradually implementing on different pages. Don’t panic if you’re not able to see some of the content, it will take a while to fix things with My busy schedule, but now you’ll be able to enjoy the speed of the pages loading. Hopefully, I’ll be enjoying the speed of obedience from some slackers too. Hint hint. Not so subtle either.
Now that we’ve covered that one and you can breathe again addicts, I’ll leave you with a reminder of how desolate you have felt when you have found a blank space instead of your comforting, familiar, much sought and lived for place of corruption. The horror of it… And the immense relief seeing it all back. This could be a lesson for some of you.
your loving, considering, gracious, generous, caring, wicked, beloved etc etc
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.
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. 😉
Sinful Saturday Greetings, My puppets, puppies, sinners, perverts and all other playthings!
I have been having some wicked fun lately experimenting with all the different suggestions and reinforcements of My Royal orders in various videos and mp3’s. Since I enjoy watching you squirm in compliance while all your weaknesses are exposed and capitalized on, I’ve decided to have even more fun with it. These newest additions are a must for your collection of evil mindfucking, something I know you’re unable to resist anyway…
Delicious images of Me… To ignite and prime that weakness in you.
Black Diamond Pantyhose Pic Set $6.50 – lust inducing images of My beautiful legs that leave you thinking of nothing but you being My pantyhose slave.
Suntan Pantyhose Devotion Pic Sets $6.50 each – if you’re not an addict yet to My mouth-watering long legs, these images will inspire your addiction and set you on the course of complete Devotion and Submission as My slave.
Bask in My Smoke Pic Set $8.00 – My smoke slaves and addicts would appreciate this special set of highly intoxicating images of Me smoking.
My mesmerizing videos… to take you into a trance-like suggestible state of conditioning.
your Need to Obey Video $16.66 – From seductive and sensual to commanding to sensual again, it is such a mindfuck that you will watch it over and over again.
Obey My Legs (Black Pantyhose Mindfuck) $13.66 – More obedience is being conditioned into your already suggestible mind, this time with My gorgeous commanding legs.
Orders to Satanic Faggots Video $13.66 – The instructions and orders My Satanic Fags on deliverance of mens souls and seed to the Altar as a sacrifice and an offering.
Always a Smoke Slave Video $23.66 – A treat for My smoking addicts of being mesmerized by My sensual smoke while I remind them how Evil I am.
And there is a special treat for you darlings! An incredibly intense recording from Satans Queens (Satanic Goddess and Myself) that will spin you into the world of puppetry, induce you into a mindless trance and condition you into become Our slave.
Secrets are a way of leading a double life. Everyone keeps back some kind of things intentionally and unintentionally. Some are good and you embrace them, others are harmful, and then some that are simply wicked. I like the wicked ones. Those are the best kept secrets and, Me being a manipulative evil Queen of sin and mindfucking, I create, encourage, and enforce those secrets to be kept by you. There are countless benefits that stem from this. Of course those advantages are for Me to enjoy more than you but in the end isn’t it actually all about My pleasure anyway? That’s what drives you, keeps you going day to day, allows you the ability to function and receive joy out of your existence. My pleasure. And your secrets.
Let’s talk about them, the little things that come along with leading a double life and what is it that I find so fascinated about it that makes Me lead you on that path. I’m not talking about pure fantasy, although it is a covert yearning of its own, yet of those forbidden, sinful, even perverted acts that you commit. Those could be potentially harmful, depending on the situation and severity of the offense, but as I’ve been reminding you quite often: Bad is Good.
I’ll start with an example of closet smoke slaves.
There are those closet smoke slaves that attempt to obscure the addiction altogether and would go to great lengths to have their wives or girlfriends and friends from finding out. They steal away for a quick fix, a nice heady jolt of nicotine, mostly hours before those who oppose their smoking would possibly discover them. They get the rush of sheer excitement because, as such the case with My personally trained and addicted smoke slaves, I have brainwashed them into accepting that forbidden is so good for them. Knowing what consequences are of them being discovered, they sneak out to have a cigarette and relish that feeling of doing it behind someone’s back. More importantly, the thought that’s often entertained at that moment is that they’re doing it for Me. Guilt and shame come along later for keeping such a secret, a deliciously wicked secret I keep encouraging to maintain, since, let’s put it gently, they are guided by their little heads, which in turn is guided by My sinister manipulation of the blood depraved head on their shoulders. Mmm that guilt and shame… We’ll come back to that.
Then there are the closet smoke slaves that admit that they are smoking but downplay their addiction by pretending to be just casual smokers. Their elements of thrill include the same as the rest of those who lead the double lives: the one of keeping such a dirty secret as well that one, specific to the dark fetish of smoking, of causing themselves so much harm. The self-inflicted damage is an arcane elevation that leads eventually to, you guessed it, guilt and shame over shortening their own life.
Another prime example would include My faggot whores and sissies. Not the ones that let the entire world see them as pathetic little cock suckers but the ones that on the surface lead the lives of straight heterosexuals with deep ties in the community where they’re seen as well-established, respective gentlemen; the exemplars so to speak. Yet, upon My whim the make up transforms the face, hot slinky little dress and heels, or a pair of pantyhose and a slip reveal the hidden sissified slut. Or a glory hole trip and advertisement answered on some website to fornicate with strangers, to be used by them as fucktoys are elements of their double lives. Sensational elation of stepping into such a secret world where they give in to something very much forbidden. And here I’ll note that out of all the rest, the faggots and sissies are the most to lose themselves in this deliciously wicked charade with passion and full abandonment of reasonable thinking, with My encouragement, or skillful conditioning, and even, ummm a sort of push, a kind of emotional blackmail and demand rolled into one. Of course it’s followed by the pangs of shame and guilt over pretending to be such an upstanding ‘pillar of community’.
And then there are the blasphemers. Oh to play with crucifix, the bible, to defile holy objects and to use the lord’s name in such an evil way! Now that’s electrifying, that sudden rush of darkness, the feeling of being possessed and thriving on being in servitude to Satan. Give up your soul? In a heartbeat, when lust ignites the fire and thirst you can never seem to quench. Those sinners, oh what devious things they would say and do for an orgasm, and then go back to church and pray for the forgiveness and strength to resist temptations like these. That’s right, we’re back to shame and guilt.
Of course, there are the instances where shame and guilt are of excitement and amusement sorts for Me. I love those puppets that shed the tears or struggle constantly, being tormented by those inner demons I arouse within them. That’s not a secret, I love the torment I inflict on puppets, emotional wars they wage while I sit back and watch in satisfaction. Mmm My evil deeds, they do come with a price to some in more than monetary ways. However, the best kept secrets, in My opinion, and not only the ones used in examples here, are the ones enjoyed the fullest by accepting what you are and finding the pleasure each time you show the world that ‘normal’ side of you in a disguised thrill racing through you of all the devious things you have been made to do. Because, well simply,darling, bad is so good.