Like a moth to a Flame…Why you will always come back for more.

you always come back, don’t you? No matter how many times you “take a break,” or decide that you’re finally going to “quit” and become a “real man…. you can’t. It’s laughable when you try to convince yourself that you’ve moved on from Me… you can’t. you never will. It’s impossible. And here you are again… you always end up right back here. Panting. Weak. And so desperate for a taste. Why? Because I’m the Flame, subby…. And you? you’re just another moth who can’t fight the attraction to an extremely Hot Burning Flame. hehe

Here’s the thing subby… you were never meant to resist Me. you were designed to crave Me. That twitch in your pants when you hear My Voice? That ache when you scroll My Content? That’s your programming kicking in. Yet, your stupid little brain still thinks that you have a choice. But the truth is, you don’t… you’re just responding to your nature… you’re also just responding to all the triggers I sneakily planted in your brain the past. hehe. you edge to Me because you need to. you obey Me because it hurts not to. And you return to Me and only Me because I’m the only One who can make you feel this way.  It’s cute that you like to pretend that isn't what you need…. But the way that your pupils dilate when you see me or hear My Voice gives you away…. The way your fingers hover over the send button…. The way you break you into a sweat when you think about Me… The way you hesitate but always eventually give in…  That’s when I know I’ve won again. (I mean I always win. I was born a winner. A hot Winner.) Sure.. you can close the tab. Hide from your screen… you can try to pretend that Goddess doesn’t exist… But the damage is already done. I live in your head. Rent free. I’ve ingrained Myself inside your little head forever…. you can’t get away. Goddess will always be a part of you. (The deepest,darkest, hottest, parts of you) 

I know, and love that I am a Powerful Seductress who draws in men like moths to a Flame… Only to leave those men begging for more. men always end up unraveling for Me and surrendering all control until they are nothing but quivering pile of achiness, neediness and desperation.  There’s an undeniable mind/body connection… your psyche reacts to extreme pleasure and pain. It’s only natural…. 

Aren’t you glad that Goddess finally decided to write My first Blog post in over a year and a half subby? And this Blog post is going so hot. Totally worth the wait. This Blog is all about how I turn men into completely helpless creatures, and reduce them into quivering puddles of need at My Perfect Feet. It’s time to jump back into Goddess’s Blogs…  It’s time to get lost in My World again… And it's time to explore the boundaries of pleasure and pain with Me. It's time to learn how I push men to their breaking points and beyond. Join Me and let’s dive into the depths of your darkest desires… I’m going to uncover all of your hidden yearnings and twisted fantasies. By the time you are done reading this Blog you will be nothing more than a weak, quivering, leaky mess… Begging for Goddess to allow release…  (Yeah, right) I’m Untouchable, I’m in control, and I’m going to become the Center of your World again. Now let’s get back into it. hehe.

Hi, Remember Me? Goddess Liv…. Of course you do… Even though we haven’t spoke in a while… I’m always with you, even when you don’t think I am… Buried in the back of your mind… Where your true desire lives… I can easily bend you and other men to do whatever I want with nothing more than a glance and a few whispered words. Imagine this… you, alone in your room, suddenly feeling the unmistakable Presence of Goddess. you can't see Me, can't hear Me, but you can feel Me... Inside of your mind, inside of your soul. I speak to you from a higher Plane, My Voice a silken caress, coaxing you to do whatever I Desire. Manipulating you to be a tool for My Pleasure….  And you are left helpless to resist, all you want to do is obey Me. 

Hot.

Imagine My Voice, a sultry purr in your ear, encouraging you to touch yourself for Me. you obey, your hand moving, stroking slowly at first, then faster and harder as I urge you on. your mind races with thoughts of Me, of My Beauty, My Power, My utter Dominance over you. you can feel My Presence, you can almost see Me standing over you… you swear you can almost taste Me. hehe

I encourage you to stroke faster, harder, ordering you to bring yourself to the edge of climax. you obey, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your mind clouded in a haze of pleasure and submission. you’re close, so close, on the brink of orgasm, but you know you must wait for My Permission before you can release. And so you hold back, suspended in a state of delicious torment, waiting for Goddess to allow you the relief you crave.... But do you even deserve it?

My Words ignite a fire within you…  you’re nothing but a helpless male, your body trembling with a desperate need that you can neither understand nor control. I laugh and demand that you hump your hand harder, to thrust deep and fast, and to lose yourself in the relentless pleasure that I have created. And still, even though you are coming undone, you hold back, denying yourself the release that you crave, waiting for Goddess to grant you permission.  The denial only creates more pleasure within you, it puts you into a fuzzy buzzy haze… There’s a part of you that knows this is the way that things have to be, because if they aren’t this way… Nothing feels real, and nothing truly feel pleasurable. Without Goddess, sure, you stroke to stroke… But you feel like a zombie. It’s not the same. The pleasure from it? Not even close.

you always be pathetic in My Presence. My Dominant Energy reduces you to a squirmy little desperate worm. So you start to beg… “Oh please, Goddess... i'll do anything... i need to cum so badly... i'm desperate for release. i can't hold out any longer... i'll be good, I promise... just let me. Please? i'm begging you.  i’m aching and throbbing, there's so much pressure building up inside me... i feel like i might explode if i don't cum soon.  i need your permission, Goddess... i need you to allow me to release. Please, i'm begging You... Please let me cum. i can't take it anymore…” And then comes the bargaining, you need permission to feel good so you say…  “i'll do anything you want, just please, please let me have my release. i'm so close i can taste it... Please Goddess, please... let me cum. i'm on the brink, just waiting for your Word... i need it so badly... please, please, please... just say yes. Let me cum for You, Goddess . i'll be the best boy, i promise... i'll do whatever you want...”

And that’s Exactly thats the desperation I want. you exist to please Me.

But why would I allow you to cum? What have you done for Goddess to put My Pleasure first?  Go on try and use your stupid little brain to figure it for yourself…. hehe (Hint: Denial, and control get Me off….) 

Okay, fine. I’ll tell you… you’re so much easier to control when your balls are full and you’re stuck in a constant state of denial. Maybe I’ll allow release subby… But only if that release ends in ruin… So you’re constantly craving more. hehe you’re a lot more fun to play with when you’re a leaky, drippy, cumbrained mess. It's so hot when you’re a helpless puppet, when your every thought and action is in service to Me. you are Mine subby, mind, body and soul. Nothing else matters but pleasing Me, serving Me, and  earning My Approval and Praise. you’ll do anything you ask, endure any torment or humiliation. you’ll submit yourself fully to your every whim and desire. you want nothing more than to be My obedient little slave, at My mercy day and night. you’ll beg, you’ll plead, and you’ll grovel. you will chase My every word, and every look, like a lost puppy searching for its Master's Affection. you exist only to worship Me, to serve Me, and to make Me happy. you live for My Approval, and fall apart when it's withheld.

you are nothing without Goddess. your every breath, every heartbeat, is dictated by every one of My Demands.  you are nothing but but a vessel, a toy, created solely for My Pleasure .

Goddess will always joyfully have you on the razor’s edge of desperate need. I’ll make you work for every scrap of pleasure, and every release. If you don’t have to work to provide Goddess Pleasure and earn your pleasure…. Everything just feels pointless to you. It’s in your DNA. you live for Goddess’s Approval and Praise. 

Maybe… I’ll have you preform a series of increasingly degrading tasks to prove your worth. Or maybe I’ll have you bring Me to the pinnacle of Ecstasy multiple times before I even consider granting you the privilege of release. (Even if it’s just ends in ruin) Or maybe I’ll have you endure a severe punishment, to really test of your endurance, and the depths of your devotion, before I will even consider rewarding you with a fleeting moment of relief. The possibilities are endless subby, and the suspense will be palpable. Will you ever be a good enough boy to earn you prize? you need this challenge to feel alive. you need Goddess in your life. Everything just feels pointless without Me.

Maybe you're someone who gets off on losing everything… Hm? Imagine…. being reduced to nothing more than a source of income for Goddess. With every demand, every degrading task, every humiliating act, you feel the drain on your bank account, on your pride, and on your very sense of self. And with each withdrawal, each transaction, each transfer, you spiral deeper into submission, your soul being bled dry piece by piece until you are left with nothing but your need to serve. It's a slow, methodical stripping away your autonomy, a gradual erosion of your identity until you exist solely to please and please and please.

you beg and plead, beg and plead, for a single release. But I deny you, teasing you relentlessly, driving you to the brink of desperation, before simply snatching it away again. Each denial feels like I’m twisting your balls, drawing out every last drop of your financial and emotional strength. And through it all, it drives you deeper, you become even more loyal, more devoted. Every waking thought revolves around Me. you would sell your soul, dignity, anything to be allowed to release at My Feet.

Let’s play out this hot scenario…. you would start small, paying for the privilege of sending his Goddess a photo of ______. Then it would escalate, tributes for the honour of hearing about My nights out with real Men, offerings for the thrill of being ordered stroke yourself in time with My breathing (or moaning hehe), paying for hot outfits for real men to Worship Me in while you’re left at home stroking in the dark... The strain on your bank account edging you forward. Before long, your accounts are drained, your savings gone, and your future mortgaged away to Me. And still, you Worship Me, your devotion only growing with each transaction. you need this control. you need to be reduced to nothing. It turns you on and drives you. you can’t deny it. you would love nothing more than to be  a fun little toy for Goddess….  you crave to be used. And Goddess deserves everything… And you?  What do you deserve? To be utterly ruined, utterly owned, and to become a hollow shell of a man existing only to serve his Goddess. What a honour it would be for you to be entangled in Goddess’s Web and locked in a financial stranglehold. (And a mental one too)  What a privilege it would be to send every last dollar you have to Goddess… True Power Exchange. Not boring roleplay, not fantasy, but Real Life, extreme, commitment. 

Imagine…  Being driven to the very brink of despair, and the only way you can get off is by sending obscene amounts of money just for the chance to be humiliated, to be called names, and to be made to feel as worthless as you know you are. you need your Hot, Unattainable Goddess’s Attention. you need Me to feel anything. you’re willing to spend thousands upon thousands of dollars, mortgaging your future, and selling all your possessions, just for a few seconds of Goddess's Attention. you need to hear My Laughter and to be called a good boy… My good boy… And with each transaction, each gift, each offering, your sense of self will erode a little more, your identity dissolving until all that remains is your desperate need to please Me. you will become My willing, obedient, broken plaything, existing only to serve Me and craving to spend every last dollar on My Desires. This is what makes your hard… This is what makes you feel alive… And through it all, you will still be denied release, denied the one thing you crave above all else. (Me) Because you know, deep down in your broken soul that you don’t deserve Me. you will never have Me. you can ever earn Me… But you can pay to feel close to Me…. To lose control and to add to My Life. I’m so Unattainable, so far beyond your reach... And yet, you will never stop trying to reach the summit. hehe 

Deep down, you will always crave the power that I wield over you…  you are utterly and completely at My Mercy. Every dollar, and your very sense of self, rests in My Perfect Hands. It's intoxicating for both of us, the thrill of control and submission, the dance of Dominance and submission.  It turns us both on, it’s a special connection that only we can share together. It's a sensual and seductive game that we play. you will always come back, you’re an addict, drawn irresistibly towards My Flame, unable to resist the heat and the pain. you will always chase the rush of true submission, and the euphoria that comes with being controlled and if you’re lucky… Even being owned. 

you’re so addicted to how I make you forget the World. How I send you into an endless spiral of bliss… you don’t even realize how far gone you are. When you remerge from the depths… you think you can control yourself…  you try to convince yourself that you were only here for a little tease, maybe a Clip or two. But it’s never just that… It’s far too late for that subby… I’ve already rewired you. you subconsciously edge to the sound of My Voice in your head even when I’m not Speaking. you twitch just thinking about the idea of Me. It’s not obsession anymore more subby… It’s full blown posession. you’re Mine for life. you can deny it all you want… but you will always end up back here. 

All that fake resistance? It’s just a part of your screwed up cycle…  you love pretending to “quit this.”  you love pretending you have control over your own actions…  It makes your surrender feel more dramatic. But honestly… Breaking the cycle once and for all would be so much hotter…. (For both of us) Because we both know how this ends. you will always break and you always end up begging to come back to Me. So stay a little while longer this time… Maybe even for forever this time… 

Spoiler… you will be Mine forever… Whether you realize it or not. That's the permanent hold that I have over you. That’s why you’re back again dummy. So instead of continuing this silly little cycle. Just give in to Me... Truly. Be good boy for Goddess. your resistance is silly…  It's completely pointless. Whether it’s for a few minutes, a few hours, a few days, a few months or even a few years… you will always end up back here…. 

Once Mine…. Always Mine. 

Sure… you can try getting off to vanilla content, or whatever… you can try to recreate Me in your mind… But it will never be the same…  you can try to talk to other “dommes” (ones who feel safer and less intense) but they will never be capable of what I do to you. How I control you down to your bones…. Not with their act... Not with how they cater to you. It’s not real. They don't challenge, torment, encourage, and push you the way that I do. It’s not us.  Because they don’t know your real triggers. The ones that Goddess can activate without Words…  The triggers that will always leave you begging,  “Please, Goddess. Ruin me again.” For life.  you can try to date and be a real man… But you will feel empty. And if you get lucky enough to be in bed with a woman…. It still will never feel as good as serving Me. (you'll just be thinking about Me the whole time anyways... And it still won't ever come close to the real thing.)

Talk soon. (It’s inevitable.)

Goddess Liv