All men love to be “teased” by a woman in some small way. Some men understand that teasing is what a woman is all about. It’s what we DO… we are given by nature something you want… a warm wet soft tight hole between our legs. Smart women know how to use nature’s gift against a man. I love to send a guy mixed messages… maybe I will or maybe I won’t. What do all sex specialists and psychologists tell us constantly? Oh I know.. they say men and women need to communicate about sex openly and freely to understand one another’s “rules”. Fuck that. I never want a man to know the rules to my body right away. I want him to fail, I want to use my lack of communication as a little head trip to make him figure it out. I like it that men do not understand women. It just gives us MORE power over you, and I use it as one of my advantages. Causing a man sexual confusion and frustration only makes him do things that he would never want his friends to know about. It makes him proclaim LOVE, beg, get all sappy and lovesick. I’m getting a thrill just talking about it. I have left a roomful of men in my past in utter desperation and frustration. The drooling and begging is cute. My goal is to sexually tease one man at a time… the world over.

You know what I hate? Dipshits….. I really do. I know you want me to explain.

Some guy calls me this evening and asks for an hour call. I ask if he read my site and his response was “I skimmed it”. Ok I say, but I ask the general theme of his fantasy. He can’t answer me. I say “hello” to make sure the dummy is still there. He is. He just cannot answer a simple question apparently. I push the issue. I ask again. What is the THEME of your fantasy… what is your interest?

His response? “Domination”. Duh I could have guessed that and declared myself a fucking psychic. No shit wonder boy. You clicked through several pages of my BLACK colored website with photos of me dressed in black, leather and boots….like a dominant. Even if the dipshit can’t read, he could have noticed the domination theme on the site. I dreamed about stapling a huge “genius” sign to his forehead. Hmm maybe a hammer and a big nail would work as well. I shook off my fantasy to get back to the one sided conversation.

Ok I say trying to stay calm because often you have to do that with retarded people. They need more patience than people of normal intelligence. I take a minute and explain why I am asking. I figure if he understands why I am asking, perhaps the response will have some level of intelligence to it.

I explain that I am asking because many do not read my site carefully and then they don’t realize that I specifically say on my site that I am not into their fantasy. It saves us both a lot of time if I just know in general first. (Especially when someone is as unclear as this dude was). So after I explain myself…. He asks me what I DO like. I told him I’m not going over that info because I asked him a direct question and wanted the respect of an answer. Again he asked me what I was “into”. I hung up on him. I lost interest.

What is it about these dipshits? Are they really this stupid? Do they think they are topping from the bottom? Do they get a lousy little boner and lose all ability to think with their human heads?

Ok I feel better now after just ranting over it. I hope he does come back to my site to actually read it now (if he can read). I hope he sees it and recognizes himself. Maybe he will be the wiser for it. Hopefully YOU reading this will be wiser too.

He knows who he is. He is the desperate little fool who loves me from far and away. So innocent is he, that he often falls victim to me - even though he should know better. I gave him a crumb, a little love back, and it touches him. I know how to be so loving and so gentle, the perfect tease for his dick. It’s the way I say it, the way I speak, the way I drag out my words, and the words that I choose to use that really sends him over the edge. He knows my power, but yet he always comes back to me wagging his little tail. And without warning I got mad at him.

See my little lover, my ex, the one I love to leave in pathetic anticipation got a little too excited today. He was so happy to have me speaking to him again after many months of coldness… that he went off to brag to a mutual friend. And you know how girls are — they talk, and talk, and talk. She told me what he said, that silly fool. He is so desperate for me that he believes we have a future. Love makes you do such stupid things. Poor him.

So he found me a bit moody when we had a phone chat. Cold, moody, aloof, and I couldn’t help but tell him to keep his mouth shut. I told him how stupid he was, how he would never get the chance to talk about me again, and then I hung up on him. Oh, yes, my phone rang and rang when he tried to call back. But I never answered….. no not today, maybe never again.

The email when it popped in to my mail box was clearly desperate just from the begging in the subject. I read it. I discarded it. And now the torment begins.

Some Pet Peeves!

Ok dick dangler.. these are some of my pet peeves. Don’t do this stuff, don’t act these ways, and you will adore me. I can be super nice, but I can also be Super Bitch 2000. You will like the nicer version - I promise!

Assumptions. I hate them. Don’t assume jack about me, and I won’t about you. I will be sure to ASK you a question without assuming your response on every call. I will be listening closely to you. Do the same for me.

Egos. Leave it at the door or have it beaten down. I have a fuck off attitude and if I so desire - that’s what you will do Mr. Ego Cool guy… you will fuck off.

Favors. I don’t like people ask me for favors when it’s pretty clear on my site that I am a dominant who doesn’t like a lot of crap. I don’t do favors for anyone without some form of incentive. And even if you offer that - I still reserve the right to say no for any reason. So if you have little designs of how you think I should break up your call time, or of how I should call you back, or how I should devote a ton of personal time on sending you emails…. You would be asleep, probably in a dreamland and need to wake up.

Ignorance. If you act stupid, and sound stupid then I will figure that you probably are stupid. Ignorance is not an acceptable excuse for anything. You have a brain; it probably functions, so perhaps test it out occasionally.

Tricks. Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids. Pull one or try one - you’ll meet my bitch side. And she isn’t as nice as I am. Try it stud, just once and that’s all it will take.

Pressure. Any pressure for answers that I choose not to give will anger me. I am open and honest with 99% of my responses. If I should choose not to answer your question then respect it.

Pushiness. Some guys are pushy, and some girls despise those guys. I am one of those girls. Has anyone ever called you pushy? If so, then don’t call me! I will run out of patience the second time you interrupt me when I am speaking. Pushy dudes tend to be the ones who try to “turn the tables” or want to prove that they “can’t” be dominated. But I can prove that your telephone has a dial tone! Click.

Whimpering. Argh it makes me sick. Would you like some WHINE with that? If you whimper or whine, I won’t like you. If it even sounds a little like a whimper, I will clock you one in the mouth, and leave you all alone wimp.

My number is toll free. I do erotic hypnosis phone sex. It’s essential that you read my entire website before you call me. My hours of availability are specific. Start reviewing my website here at the first page of Erotic Hypnosis Phone Sex

My calls are NOT regular phone sex calls. I’m a little different than what you are used to. My intention is to get to know you personally a little before we dive into your fetish. Telephone domination is different from real time, and I treat it that way.

Hello little men. I thought I had better post something to my journal since it has been awhile. Today’s message to submissives….. use caution when approaching a dominant woman and state your purpose.

Let me make it clear for you. Last week some simpleton called me and the conversation went like this:

“Hello”

“Hello Goddess Pagan”.

“Yes, and who is this?”

(run on sentences used purposely as this nitwit rambled in the same fashion) “My name is Steve and I saw your site and I know that you said only to call when someone is serious about a session but I read your whole website and I wanted to tell you about myself to see if you wanted me to join your stable. So I sent you and email and I want you to read it and you will see it with my email address of whatever@annoying.com. So when you read it I think you will…..”

“Be just as annoyed as I am now? Yeah, I’ll read it and let you know – goodbye”.

As a matter of fact his email was NOT sent to me until an hour later as noted in the time. Meaning this jack off wanted to call me and bather away as he did. When I received his email of course I didn’t read it – I simply wrote him back that I was “Not Interested”.

Now let’s review this together my dear pets. I’m a dom, like there are many dominant women on the internet. It is NOT proper behavior for any slave to approach ANY dom in such a pushy manner. My time is not free for discussions of your interests. The best way to earn your way into to my “stable” is to purchase a call, do a phone session. How else will I know if I like you and you like me? While my website reflects a lot of my personality – it is not like having a conversation with me. Ultimately you as a caller and me must have a certain chemistry to make our sessions enjoyable. It’s not something that you can predict.

I don’t appreciate pushiness. Approach is everything and that first impression sets the tone. My attitude will have a lot to do with HOW you approach me and if you are capable of stating your purpose.

Some positive examples…..

“Hello Goddess Pagan I’d like to set up a session now if possible”.
“Hello Goddess Pagan, I loved your website and I’d like to do a call now if you have time”.

Why do I want my tele-subbies to approach me in such a manner? Well, I am a strong intelligent woman and I’d like you to approach me as an intelligent man with class who knows he must ASK me if I have time for him. Pushy slaves demanding more time or attention BEFORE I know them will always always be rejected.

My little victims I am considering writing a second part to my Erotic Hypnosis Story. I’ve been asked to several times but the problem is finding the time. Let me know what you think about me doing a 3 part series with it. I get many requests for that from the Mind Control Story Archive - where it is also posted. I hope you have read it and if you haven’t then you really aren’t obeying my “read the entire site” rules. That doesn’t make me happy. You want a happy Goddess don’t you?

Oh he luvs me… boohoo he’s a whimpering loser. One of my greatest little joys in life was making a boytoy of mine cry. He was less of a slave in the traditional sense…. HE thought he was more of a boyfriend. Reality was I let him fall in LUV with me and then abused his emotions for sheer fun. He could never figure out what exactly would set me OFF. Some days I was soooo sweet and pleasant … and other days I was the biggest bitch he ever met, inventing dramas to ruin his life. I had him going for a few YEARS like that — forcing him to be terrified of my explosions, and turning him into a nervous wreck. The joy it brought me breaking his spirit was grand.

I left him because I grew tired of his pleading about 2 years ago. We do not live near each other anymore. I’ve moved forward and it wasn’t difficult for me. You should also know that there is no happily ever after for him. He’s never been able to fix his broken heart. Forever in my spell — he emails me daily still begging and pleading to “just hear my voice” one more time. Every now and then … when I am very bored I humor myself by continuing his torture … and at others I just ignore him like he doesn’t exist. Oh my that poor empty soul has been wishing I would notice him all this past week… to no avail

So man-child … do you see something here while you read this? When men fall in LUV with me and deep into my spell … it’s forever.