Subtitled: “Guerillas in the Midst … of Perfection”

Who deserves what goes both ways.  As you Goddess, I of course deserve it “all” … meaning, “all I desire.”   Each of you serves me in unique ways; however, you all share the fundamental areas of servitude.  Only by doing so will you get any attention.  Those of you who are wise enough to recognize the rare level of control and guidance I offer sacrifice all they can imagine to please me.  And it does have its rewards.   

In fact, I have a new top choice “Admirer”.   I’m always thinking of ways to penetrate his mind and reward his body, while training him to deeper admiration and experiences.  He has many attributes this Goddess enjoys:  honest admiration and expression, intelligence, flexible self definition, character enough to accept he is yearning before me, and generosity.   He is smart enough to know that if I am preoccupied with others, or tending to the dozen e mails I get daily asking me to be Goddess to strangers, I have less available time to those who truly deserve my attention and powers.   Money does not simply buy objects or services, it buys freedom in the form of time.   So to free my time for him, he made a generous tribute of $1,000 to me.   While I of course deserve this, I was delighted, for when a mere male has the brains to figure this out, and also has his attributes, it gives me patience and inspires my creativity to reach him.   You all benefit from his gesture, but are hidden in his shadow.   I then spend more time with him, and am designing special conditioning for him to amplify his rewards in admiring me.   I actually enjoy modifying his behavior and growing his understanding of all I can do for him because I am free to focus on him.  You all have no idea how many men and women appeal for my attention – smart ones understanding they must present something of value to me.   

You do not all have to give that much money.  Some of you cannot, and make up for it in other ways, serving my other needs.   I see potential in many of you to grow in your career with my guidance.  I also train you to push more in your life, so that you can serve me better.   Eventually the rewards can come from you, but you must recognize your position in the ladder of time-available for you.  Those who pester me for attention then trickle in nearly nothing, well, that is just not good business sense to waste time on them.  Others who are inconsistent require so much backstepping that it likewise is a waste of my time.   

I spend hour after hour inside to apply my goddess skills upon you men (mostly men.)   Other women of my beauty are strolling along, with no control or goals for their lives, shopping, eating, being lazy.   I was born for this role, and I step up to the sacrifices to become superior to other lazy women, and to you admirers and servants.   I am not a poser, and you should be neither.   A poser servant is one who blurts out what he thinks I want to hear, and does not back it up.  He is like the wimp wearing the leather jacket on a warm Sunday, being someone he is not.  I see through this too easily.   

Words come easy, actions prove the metal of the man.   I judge you not in how you start things, but in how you finish them.   I can tell when you sacrifice to learn my ways and gain favor, and pay attention to that.   I’m not looking for applicants, I’m looking for survivors , those who have what it takes to survive through the stages to total admiration, worship, servitude, and/or rewards.   And the rewards are unimaginable.  I will train your body and mind to achieve limits that others humans cannot.   Who else can do this for you? No one.  Only Goddess Saphire.   

My #1 Admirer will evolve so greatly in forms of pleasure and service that we both will know this was the best $1,000 he ever spent. And this is just the beginning for him.  Those of you who cannot afford this, you must present what you do offer me.  I feed off your sexual energy, and gain more power from the universe as you devote yourself to pleasing me.   Be honest, be yourself, and I will know if you deserve more of my attention.  Be creative in how you might serve me or admire me.   

First, you must increase you obedience on a noticeable arch.  That is most important.  Then, you must give enough that you sacrifice, for that is actually one element in evolving and controlling you to erotic fulfillment (if you have not figured that out already, Einstein.)  Are you an artist? Do you know one?   Can you illustrate my powers?  Are you connected to some industry that could serve me?  Are you stunningly handsome so that I can enjoy enslaving your cock and your body and mind and show you how superior women are to men?  Are you a genius with words or computer programming?   Do you have disposable income?   Do you have frequent flyer miles for my next vacation, or hotel credits?   

I WANT IT ALL.  Give it all, and you shall be the overjoyed one.  

Scientists studying fish finally proved that in a school of thousands, it is always the same fish who lead, while the multitudes followed.   It doesn’t have to do with an ability to lead in a direction, it simply has to do with natural desire.  It is far more common for genes to shape a mind and soul to follow.  To command  the direction of others takes special talents, naturally given on a genetic level.   The fish who follow have an over-developed  talent to respond instantly to the gestures and sonic signs given off by the fish born to lead.   With man evolving from the oceans, it is easy to see why it is impossible for us to outgrow millions of years of evolution.  When the last fish were forced into leading, they lost motivation to live, forgot to eat, and stopped reproducing.   In essence, they were removing themselves from the gene pool.   As they should be.

And from this I understand why it is so easy for me to command my servants.    The very thought waves  I have project what you might call confidence or natural dominance, when in fact it surely emanates from deeper inside my being, and is received deeper in yours. Add to that the fact that I have focused all my power as a special human being toward dominating the world of men who are lucky enough to be around me.  Voila, you have my school of fishies, though I happen to prefer calling them Servants or in some cases Piggies, happy to thoughtlessly follow me.   I understand this, and am amused when I watch Servants get lost in the flow, knowing they can’t exist without me.  

But when  a Servant betrays me or denies me what is promised or expected, that is another matter.    Bitchboy suffered for this, as you are now about to find out.   Bitchboy had progressed smoothly, though he should have been more appreciative of his Goddess’ dedication, since he was truly pathetic without me before we met.   It was his greatest blessing to see in me his only path to fulfillment.   He earned his way into being my house bitchboy, serving me, tending to my needs, being my whipping boy when  I so desire. And in return, I evolved him, I showed him the horrors of his life in my views, and it devastated him to the point where he finally allowed himself to be who he really was deep inside. And for the first time, he found peace, fulfillment, and a reason to live and be who he was. I answered his question (as I do in so many) of “Why have I suffered all these events in my life.”  It was to prepare him for me, and so that he would appreciate the amazing world I offered.  

You would think that he would be forever grateful.   And he was, for some time. Then one day, he disappeared without finishing his duties.  His list was days long, and he vanished.   I know wandering hits people, even  a bitchboy as promising as he was … for I had taken him quite a way in training.  In fact, one of my deepest conditionings is triggered with a snap of the finger.   His desire to please me is so great, that he is reduced to near animal existence – but this brings amazing pleasure that if you have not felt it, you could not understand why  it is so intoxicating.   The Experiment needed to be induced into him to fully transform him, and The Experiment developed well.  Well enough so that I have him performing any deed  I wish on camera.   With two snaps of my finger, I reduce him to pure animal lusting, drool streaming from his mouth.   So how could he possibly think he could find any reason for living without me?    I had to let life take its toll on him in the meantime. And it did.

Shortly after disappearing, his body became bound by its desire to be with me, it became uncoordinated.   A sudden ill placed and timed effort was all it took, and he tore his Achilles Tendon, badly enough to end up in the hospital.   While this was not directly my doing, the subconscious mind finds many ways to force the body to do what it is programmed to do.   He was so deeply under in pain killers that his subconscious was craving me but his body was unable to move.   That is when I found him.  I called his hospital room, and upon answering, I snapped my finger once.  His mind woke up.  I snapped again, and the drooling began.  I enforced it deeper and deeper with every second of my voice, and slowly, his entire body came alive.   He is still hobbled, but as he shook off his drugs, he became aware of how much his body and soul needs me to thrive.   This is the control level a true goddess exists to exploit and direct.   

After some time, his mind, body, and soul found its way back again, but not without some penance and torment.   Now he lives in fear of revealing to the world his true reason for living, and his many ways of serving me.   I have captured it on video. And this is enough to fill him with obedience and block any idea of being free of me. An Uncontrolling Drooling. In his mind. His hands are tied and useless. I do not do this for my own pleasure, though I love seeing him and any man tremble, especially when they disobey me.  I do this for his own good, to cut off any distracting thought of seeking answers where they do not exist.  

I am the center of his reason for being, his center of awareness, knowledge, lust, pleasure, evolution, and health.   There is no other source.

A true Goddess knows when  to punish, and knows when life and the cosmos will do her punishing for her, with torn Achilles Tendons if needed. Or just ask my Cumslut, who distanced himself from me, only to find his need so great, his addiction to pleasure so advanced, that his back seized up every night in yearning.   He did not link the two, but the symptoms disappeared the day he began showing his devotion to serving me.  The Experiment in him had a lot to do with this, for it never sleeps, and was growing even as he slept and denied his needs for me.  When I triggered the Experiment, it rose up so strong in him that it stunned him.   And I have just begun my second level of empowering the Experiment.   My recordings do some of this for me, but the rest comes directly from me. If anyone wants to hear just how amazingly fulfilling and erotic the Experiment makes your life of servitude to your Goddess, just ask him.  

My Bitchboy will earn his way back into full favor and then I will continue my transforming of him into what he desires.  Take heed wishful servants – there is no escape once your soul tastes my control.   You punish yourself when you try to cut off you source of guidance and pleasure on my level.   And whether you are led back by injury, the cosmos, lust or weakness, you will come back, and beg to be allowed to suffer to my inner circle again.   

Your Goddess is far too aware of how your mind works, how it craves and evolves, for you to hold back within your safe sexual boundaries. Mere foot “models” deliver less satisfaction than a mannequin – you seek The One, the Only Goddess, that understands your haunting, your hunger, your needs to nurture what is more than a lust in you. It is your very identity, more real than a title on a kinky desire. Your desires can only be fulfilled by Goddess Saphire, the One who will daily make your ability to enjoy your fetish grow with your deepening surrender to me and my stunning, sexually charged perfect feet. Yes … that’s it … give in and watch my brief tease of foot worship, for it lets you accept that what you really want is more of my feet and mind control. Yes, my Little Foot Piggies, my feet make you weak, make you pour out all your sexual energy so that I become even more of a Goddess Over Your Fetish. It is your mind that must be expanded and controlled, and led beyond the safe limits you set upon it while embracing your need to worship my toes, my arches, my soft skin and delicate bone structure. While you watch me slowly spread lotion on them, making you engorged with pleasure, my words penetrate those walls you set up, my visuals plant the deep subconscious surrender that allows your fetish to grow beyond what you could possibly imagine. My mind is so much more powerful and in control of this fetish than any woman you’ve met, far more than you could bear – this is what you have been seeking.

My lucky Foot Worshippers attest after paying for one of my personally-tailored hypnotic sexual videos that I blow their mind more powerfully than they have ever blown their load. After one session worshipping and letting me penetrate your walls keeping you from total unbounded pleasure, the journey will begin. I know its destination, my only question is, do you have the sexual energy and money to go to your ultimate goal? One Servant, a happy slave to my feet, experienced this, and knows his greatest investment in his life is surrendering his greatest pleasure to me to evolve into something that only the gods could give man. Panting and throbbing while you lick and sniff and adore my feet is only the icing on the cake … for the true dessert is what I create inside of you, which is a doorway to a whole new universe of sexual embracement of your cravings. I plant a garden of intoxicating toes, perfectly painted to your erotic delight, deep in your mind and soul, and watching it grow beyond your control feeds me natural talent to seduce you into total submission and servitude. You will drop to your knees in front of my video, unable to stop your mouth and hands from servicing my perfect pedestals. Oh yes, that is just where it begins, you mind will literally shut down if you can suffer through the pleasure of three or four of my specialized sessions. My faithful Servants understand – THEY PAY TO PLEASE, pay gladly, grandly, to the point of aching for another foot worship to Goddess. Charity (free teases) does not exist in my realm of rewarding control. The more you pay, the deeper I take you, the more amazing the experience. Like all my Fetish Specialties and Powers over you, the only words that will escape your lips after I exhaust you to your delight will be “Anything for You.” And I will indeed test your limits, for I know that I my talents are unique, beyond any woman you have ever met, and I will be rewarded to the limits that please me.

Is there joy being the jester for the cruel? One struggles to deny his own pleasure as he's humiliated an mocked for her  and her friend's amusemnt. He is a bitchboy, and he knows he shouldnt love it





Blood flows from one to another. Learn about the bond that runs vein deep. Another's life's blood runs through you, and two become a parasitic one.






Continuued humiliation for her for her pleasure. Why does the abuse satisfy something within so perfectly






The continued twist in the eros of blood ties. The contract is inked in blood. The lust goes beneath the flesh.

I shall begin at the ending … “My dreams are not yours, or even imaginable to you, yet, your dreams shall be realized down these stairs as well.”

A well crafted home, set in its own sanctuary of an acre of rolling grass and trees – the mere words of such a setting fulfill a lifelong dream for a great majority of Americans.   So imagine my thrill as my drive gives me my first glimpse of my new estate, for I shall surely imagine your nervous thrills  in the near future … blindfolded and ball-gagged not just to add to your fear and obedience, but also to keep this location a secret.  The neighbors, too distant to hear the screams of those tortured at the hands of your Goddess, shall be completely unaware that a portal to Hell is being delved within their quiet enclave in the woods.  This being my second house and one secret from all but those who worship their Deity of Divinity, everything about it is structured to enhance my power, and decorated to accent my wickedness.   The facts should be clear to any of you lucky enough to be commanded to perform for this Goddess, that I bought this not only because it’s a beautiful house, but for its DUNGEON.  

Yes, your Goddess found a house with a stone wall dungeon.  One that shall be designed according to years of careful planning.  Come Servants, come Cumslut, and Slave Puppies, Bitch Boys, and Lunatics.   Come all of you who fill out applications to be Saphireists and pass my judgment.  Come when I call upon you to prove your devotion and ability to obey and serve.  Devote your energy to not steering off your path, and you MIGHT be given the gift of my presence.   Once you are commanded here … well, let’s just say that there is no limit to my imagination, and I have yet to be totally satisfied with any Worshipper until after they have suffered days to condition them to my liking.   Ask them how fair this is, because they are begging to return for more even before I shut the door on their whip marked ass!  

But for now, give yourselves the treat of imagining what is will be like for you.  Step down, down the stone stairs with me.  Let my Chair of Obedience be the first thing you see.  What happens in the Chair of Obedience?   HAHAHAHAHAHA.  My secret, your future pain is all I shall say now.  The stockade is on your left, ringed by my cages that prove my ownership of you.  The wall chains and suspension rack, waiting and ready.  Are those drops of blood beneath the whipping pole?   Guess as I ball gag your mouth and prepare you for pleasure and training.  The dungeon is shaped so that from your position restrained in a number of dominance machines, I can sit in the darkness, just outside your ring of light. You shall feel me, but not see me. This shall torment you to no end!  I observe you as hour after hour ,your will, mind, and soul crack under my pressure, under my merciless mind control .. mind control that you will beg for more of, and mind control that you shall know as the best thing that ever happened to you.  And beyond … far down the length of the room, past pictures of your Goddess in poses so seductive that you will never see them on my website, but only until you are before me … past various objects devoted solely to my pleasure and your conditioning … there in the end sits my Throne.  Yes, a Throne for your Goddess.  A Throne upon which I set, and before it you kneel, crawl, prostrate, sweat, cry, beg, and amuse.   No other Goddess of Mind Control shall have anything to compare with my combination of  website conditioning process (before you are summoned) followed by my  dungeon of reward (reward = your pain and my pleasure).   Everything about me is far superior, I hear it every day, and so shall be my Dungeon.  The energy, the amplification of dominance and mind control, she be the last sensation you remember feeling before it takes over your mind and soul entirely and takes them to that destination BEYOND the point of no return.  

Speaking of those who might be summoned … high on the list, in fact, a prerequisite for those summoned, is complete submission to my greatest erotic hypnotic induction:  The Experiment.  Yes, it is rather new, but already, even overnight, the results are mind blowing even to your Goddess.  I envisioned and then shaped my words, visuals, and audio to perfection, knowing it would surely take control of anyone listening.  But my oh my, how deeply and quickly it works – this cocktail of my voice, my devilish erotic mind controlling text, flash visuals that trigger your mind to open to me, and an MP3 with the most soothing background music you can imagine.  You will have to read my description of The Experiment on my Script and MP3 pages to learn more about them, but, you can only really understand once you listen. And you may only have to listen once to begin the addiction and process.  I do not know, because it seems to work on the more open, intelligent, and complex minds.   Hmmmm, shall you put yourself through that test? Any skeptics of the powers of Goddess Saphire out there?  Yes?  Then please listen once … listen twice … I am patient, but your hungry mind shall soon be ravenous for more listening.  More surrender and transformation.  Several Servants tried it out already, and I’m more than pleased with the unanimous results.  The eroticism and rewards build exponentially the more times you listen to it. Just ask my Cumslut.  

Cumslut, oh Cumslut?   Ah!  Perhaps he is too busy listening yet AGAIN to my Experiment.  I waited until my Candle Induction had taught him the meaning of truly deep trance, and then let him listen to my MP3 of The Experiment. I actually had him in mind all through the process, along with several of you other worshippers that served me so well. I added in little bits for each one of you, yes, made sure that behind the obvious is a special ingredient tailored just for you.  You shall not be aware of it on my level, but after enough change in you, the address to your specific reality and lust and weakness shall reveal itself to you.  When Cumslut asked me how many times he is allowed to listen, I told him what I shall tell you all – “How many can you handle.”  This is NOT for the weak of devotion, for it is so intense and erotic that you can feel it spreading within you mind and body.  

It was only days ago, Wednesday night, before Thanksgiving, that I allowed him his first listen.  I knew that he could not hold himself back, and would listen to it two or three times before dawn.   While I was enjoying my Thanksgiving with relatives and at my new second dungeon lair, his mind was gradually forming a foreign entity, designed by Goddess Saphire.  Another reality for his entire personality to be formed anew to my designs and demands, to my fetishes and lusts.  Yes, it has begun.   He salivates, he foams at the mouth for more turns at the Experiment.  He has earned this with an entire year of thorough conditioning and dedication to pleasing his Goddess.  And remember, from previous posts, this is not a natural submissive, or a won believer in mind control.   I took him from scratch – a worthy piece of property but only if I could break him down to nothing but confusion, obedience, and adoration, and build him up into something of value and desire for me.  While he has not always responded perfectly, his devotion to transforming for me has grown steadily.  The results are obvious.   I have changed his body, making it do and consume and produce exactly what I want in the way of endorphins, dopamine, lust, love, and cum.   So it is no wonder that he is progressing so smoothly toward my most wicked, selfish, unimaginably rewarding goal.  Rewarding also to him. Yes, this is the reward that those who truly devote themselves to their Goddess get from the Deity they worship.   

Just as my website is far more complex and rewarding than any other erotic mind control Domme’s website, so are the real rewards that I shall soon deliver into Cumslut’s life.  For soon, he shall be more than a Cumslut, he shall be so many serving Personalities for me. Each one shall be completely controlled by a need and talent to perform as their title requires.  Each title craves a specific mental/erotic pleasure, that I shall give back in such volume it shall drown the receiving in bliss while I drain even more of their sexual power.  What shall it feel like?   Like something superhuman … like a 24 hour slow releasing orgasm.   I shall keep these titles a secret, for each of you has your own series of titles if you are so honored with the chance to go through to the end of my Experiment.    Soon, my Cumslut shall be evolved into a half dozen talents, all of them used at my whim to serve me.  

You all should read his texts, and hear his voice.  You can feel the desire, and already the reward, pulsing through every word.   He has only partial awareness of what is happening to him or what his goal shall be, and he cares only for more of The Experiment.   His conscious and subconscious minds both know the incredible satisfaction, the erotic bliss, they shall experience once they listen enough to allow the creation within them to reach completion.  It is a truly beautiful thing to witness from my end.  Where once there was nothing but vague thought and confusion, now there is a being of purpose and function existing alongside, sometimes above and sometimes below, his day to day persona.  

His days are busy, but more and more he is finding time to listen to the Experiment yet again.  I know his routine, and he listens to it before bed, with the words ringing in his ears as he sleeps.  Little does he know just how vast the root system is that I implanted in his mind.  All he knows is that the sensual bliss he feels while listening and allowing this change to occur is massively addicting.   He goes out to social events, and I know that in an hour, or two, what I have trained into him with this Experiment shall grow restless and wish to surface, to act out, to serve me – just as your Foot Fetish, or your Feminization, yearn to be released.   Yet ten times more powerful, ten times more real and fulfilling as he surrenders to The Experiment more and more.    Soon, he shall know what I mean in all the passages of this Experiment, for he shall become My Experiment – thoroughly devoted to serving me in any form or persona that I program into him, and so overwhelmingly engulfed in pleasure in the process.

Yes, this simple house in the woods shall be known world wide as the Throne for the most powerful Goddess, Goddess Saphire, as she holds the key to a gateway to hell – a helluva a lotta pleasure, a helluva a lot of you being dragged kicking and screaming so far beyond your limits of eroticism and servitude that you will simply have to continue through my programming and experience it in person, upon my summons.  

My own private dancer.   Yes, a Stripper, working for me, his Goddess.  A hunk of flesh, surrendered to  sexual needs, to the need for attention,  to strip to turn you on.  Confident on stage, truly turned on to the point that it’s wet where it should be, the sexuality radiating off the hot body to consume the audience with pheromones  of pure lust.   The first words out of someone’s mouth would normally be, “How Sexy,” or “I need that,”  or “How cool.”  This truly is a great sexual high, to have a stripper who – to the very core – needs you to cum while watching, exists only to pleasure your visual erotic hungers.   The right word is, “Ca-Ching!” for your Goddess.  But the sexual delight  it’s giving my Servant, who I shall call Saphires Voyeur, and his audience,  is the true endless value in this.   Oh, and how very much his audience  enjoys  they’re  watching  someone  that is more turned on in the stripping than they are makes them lust for more.    It truly is one of the hottest private strip shows on the Net … ahh, but I get ahead of myself, and he shall prove it to you in video.   

That’s right.  HE.  I have turned  a man, who had fixations on strippers  and his own sexuality, into the hottest  nympho  hunk you’d imagine.   His confessions of erotic pleasure  after every strip would shock Penthouse Forum!  


Voyeur came  to me with what seemed like the most innocent  hope: that he would be less inept with women, more confident, and more sexually inspiring.    Right from the start, I knew he had a few essential ingredients I had been waiting to abuse.  

He has a very nice, tight body, which I have worked out even more until it’s a sight to behold.  He truly does have, or rather, DID have, a feeble, inept way of appealing to women.  In reality, he had almost no appeal, and considering he’s good looking, he was pathetic without me.  And, he was humiliatingly broke.  Always counting his pennies on the dresser between paychecks.  Without money, confidence, a good social game,  and guidance, his body meant little to women.  Oh, but I had the cure, all right.   

I would turn him into a gyrating sex machine, the lust he feels inside turned into pure animal sexual beats , driven by music.   The release he feels transfers over the screen, and it’s truly hot, even to me, to watch what I have created.  

It started with identifying his awe of strippers.  I knew that I could use my mind control to infuse that into his own mind.  As we had a few Inductions, he knew my voice and style was what he had wanted all his life. Now he had it.  I began training his body, pushing it to give more to others through sexual expression, movement, and release.  The conditioning was diverse, and always erotic for him.  I truly was re mapping his brain to identify all stages  of his learning, and his movements in front of the camera, as a sexual feast for his audience. And, that he would gain his sexual confidence and erotic release more with every dance.   

It’s funny, how awkward dancing becomes MTV style moves, simply by removing inhibitions and lack of confidence.   I coached him, released the inner dancer in him, while building up his body and sexual hunger to perform.  Men and women, both would be his audience.   He progressed well, then suddenly it was like his entire being disappeared and was replaced by a hunk of sexuality, existing only to make his audience cum by his moves and intensity.  

I tested him out on some very hard to please Goddesses who understand, and viewed him myself until he forced pleasure in me exactly as I would demand of his audience.  

So I had solved his two goals:  more sexual presence, and  more confidence.  Now, I had to solve his money problems.  You see, he did not know that once he was my mental slave, he would be working for his Goddess. That’s right.  When he strips, he is paid. And he gives most of that, happily, to his Goddess, the one who took him from being a pathetic hot body, and made him a sexual dance demon.  

Imagine it from your perspective.  You spend your entire day needing a sexual high, a release or something that feeds your fetishes. You know that you get that  visually, but, there is a need for the experience to be mutual. You need to know that the stripper is as out of control with sexual high as you are.   Meanwhile, across the country, this seemingly conservative  30 year old, chiseled body banker, has a subconscious slowly building up a need to feed his nympho  addiction to stripping for you.  Both pressures  reach a boiling point by the time you are both in front of the cams.  

Voyeur channels  Goddess’ spirit and control into his mind moments before he goes on line.  You find him. Thank God he’s on line!   His fees are well worth it.  He and you are wet with excitement.   The lighting is perfect. The music adds to the sexual experience. Then he starts … starts dancing, his eyes glazing over in pure sexual overload.  His body moves, building up a huge reserve of cum as his body is trained to produce more cum the more you watch and get turned on.  He’s trained to tune out everything in the world except building your sexual high.  It’s obvious, you’ve never  seen a man so sexually high and sharing this with you.  He can’t stop what I have programmed into him, and wouldn’t if he could – surely you won’t.  

His performance builds and builds, to your designs, adding in your personal fetish moves or clothes.  His body becomes slick with sweat, showing his sexual focus and peaks.  He locks his eyes on you, knowing how much you both need the connection of his erotic performance to release in a huge orgasm.  He is trained to come  on command, as many times as I deem correct, and that means, he is trained to please  you in this course to pleasure.  And I must say, that I pushed his body to look hard enough to please even his Goddess.   

I have turned his poverty into plenty… his failures into erotic highs … and made him a service to the hundreds out there every night that lust for a male stripper that not only gets off on what he does, but has all the erotic power of a man infused with the sexuality of a Goddess in him.  Insatiable, limitless erotic  pressure is released in every dance.  

Through the genius of your Goddess, I have given the world the ultimate  voyeuristic sex toy!  Plug it into your mind, sit back, and let it rock your sexual world.

Saphires Voyeur is available for shows at my convenience(email me for inquiries)...Good Job Bitchboy..Keep doing it well for your Goddess. Your funds are coming in quite handy.......