Some slaves or submissives do not even get the concept… the REAL concept of slavery. Somehow they feel I’m supposed to do everything to please them sexually. Uh…. Wrong. Slavery is about SERVING and maybe I decide the how, or maybe I want YOU to figure it out. See, I personally I like a slave boy bitch to TRY to figure out what will make me happy… then of course fail miserably. Or maybe do something to please me today and have it work very well! But try the same thing again tomorrow and get the opposite reaction. It keeps dummies on their toes you know. I am woman hear me roar, and notice me change my mind. All women are like this really. The smarter the woman the more she WANTS to keep you guessing.

Do you ever wonder what types of guys are my slaves? Who do I talk to to and what do I do to them? Do I really enjoy this or is it just a business?

shithead: my cock is so hard
goddess_pagan: that little stick you mean?
shithead: yes Goddess
goddess_pagan: its not good enough for me
shithead: I am sorry that i am not a real man
goddess_pagan: you are just a little idiot… a shithead

Meet Shithead. One of my slaves now for goodness a few years I’d say. I tormented him this morning with a phone call. After our call I still had the idiot perform for me on his webcam. See? How could I not be enjoying the display of a pathetic slobbering fool?

I’ve been busy and have not written in a while. Tsk tsk, but then what would you do if someone dropped a house on your sister?

Yes…. I am WICKED. I am MEAN sometimes…. and I do run out of patience with some slaves. Of course I also tend to attract some real winners too. I think it could be my Scorpio personality at work.

I’m not really great with verbal humiliation, though occasionally someone pisses me off so well that I can do it. Yet it doesn’t give me the same thrill take teasing and denying some poor sap does.

I particularly enjoy the occasional slave who maybe tells me he doesn’t like a certain domination style. Then when I’m feeling like a wicked witch… I make him do it anyway. How about a little fire scarecrow?

The best slaves of course are obedient and lose all their power due to their own selfish sexual weakness. Aren’t most men basically led by their dick? Not the impotent ones I guess. Even still so much sexual energy is channeled into our THOUGHTS, and even a man without an erection can be tempted. It must suck to be so weak. It must suck to have women in the world that know how to tempt you.

It makes me wonder where the whole submissive personality comes from. Oh, I am well aware on the volumes books that claim to have that answer. I simply wonder if some men, maybe even the smarter ones just decide to go with their natural instincts. Most men involved with any woman become her slave to some degree or another. It’s good to be a wicked woman and to know your own power over men. It’s even better to be a wicked Goddess.

Well I’ve posted some rambling strange thoughts for the day and I promise to try to keep up on my diary better. Got to go feed my flying monkeys now.

Mind Control… just read this a few times… chant it.

Bewitched…
Bedazzled…
Bewildered….

Captured…..
Enraptured….
Violated…..
Annihilated….

Trapped…
Caged…
Prison…..

Forever….

From time to time I have a subbie call me and tell me they have a few questions for me before they “agree” to set up a telephone call. Well little ones… that’s why I have an email address. You see, my website is actually quite detailed… maybe far more detailed about ME, my style, my personality, and my interests than most other phone sex sites. And don’t forget I even give you instructions if you are new to erotic hypnosis.

In other words 99% of any question you may have is probably already explained thoroughly on my site. In fact, some things I explain on multiple pages. My phone number is only listed on ONE page of my site and that’s to encourage you to actually pay attention while you read everything.

Now there is still a chance that your question is not answered. I can respect that. Your best option is to drop me an articulate email expressing it. Be sure to introduce yourself properly to me, and ask away. I check my email a few times per day and when I read it I will take the time to answer you as detailed as I can. I hate stupid childish one liner emails… I may ignore that. I won’t answer you that way, so don’t write me that way. You should treat me in email and on the telephone politely – the same way you would if you met me in public. Tread softly with me fellas. Don’t ever forget that I am woman (hear me roar shit) and that means sometimes I COULD be PMSing. You don’t want to be on the opposite end of that, I promise you.

So I decided to write this post actually because some dung eater called and I asked him if he wanted to set up a call… he had to gall to say “maybe” to me. His stipulation was that I answer a variety of HIS questions on my FREE time. I told him… CLIC, well I didn’t really say it I sort of DID IT instead. My time is not free and you don’t give me your rules, because I don’t allow you to have any. Uh, dominant female… ring any bells?

On the more positive side though I did get to do a call with a really cool guy whose fantasy and fetish were about a female vampire seducing him into the dark side. I took him there, I sucked him in, and maybe I will keep him too.

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.

I don’t do hypnosis mp3’s or offer samples of my voice on my website for a reason. It’s not that I can’t… or that I do not know how. Its intentional intrigue little ones. Don’t you just wonder what I sound like? When you study my photos carefully… can you imagine my voice? Maybe your curiosity will get the best of you and then you’ll have to call me. That’s how it works. This is about how I want to do things, so of course I won’t offer you freebies, precious.

My voice… if you are extremely curious, matches my personality. My voice will echo in your mind. It will be hard to erase. My voice can go beyond a fantasy and creep into your desperate new reality as one of my little tele-subbies. My voice is sultry, a little deep, but very feminine. My words are my weapon but my tone is never harsh. My voice is soft yet firm…. strong, confident with a subtle hint of sweetness. That will lead you to believe that underneath all my “domination”…. soft comforting female ways exist. In all that softness, perhaps I can be gentle. You’d be mistaken, because my heart can be cold little boy. But I WILL tease you enough to make you long for that softness while I just take advantage of your simple mind.

For some reason submissives email me messages such as…

“Are you available now”?

“How do I set up a session”?

“When is a good time to call”?

Let’s review these questions like big boys ok?

“Are you available now”?

Well if you send me an email that asks that you won’t get a response for two reasons. Most likely I will not get, see, or read your email the minute you send it to reply. Yes, believe it or not dummies I am not sitting at my computer all day staring at the mailbox waiting for messages to answer as soon as they pop in! I know this will amaze the dimmest of you…. But I actually have a life away from my computer. I also only check my email maybe 3 times per day like most normal people. So sending me an email that asks me if I am here or available is stupid. Check my schedule hours, listen closely to my voice mail because most likely if you get it during my normal hours then I am ON a call already. Check my schedule and read my site… those of you with even a small brain can figure it out.

“How do I set up a session”?

uh… read the fricking site. It’s really not complicated. I have a schedule and a phone number…. And a website that explains everything.

“When is a good time to call”?

Well I know you know the answer by now. Read my site and check my schedule. It’s all there for you to explain, but furthermore if you want to be obedient then you SHOULD read every word I have to say.

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.

Today my silly slave said something of genuine interest. He - dare I say — was even witty. I don’t expect much from his worthless little pea brain, but every now and then he can actually surprise me.

Yes, he knows I do calls. Is he jealous? Awww yes it breaks his wee little heart but who cares right? Not I, Not I. So today I spent a great deal of time with callers while the slave was out earning MY living. Upon his return he wanted my company and my abuse … but this was not something he could have since I was busy accepting new tele-subbies.

The puppy dog look in his eye was pathetically annoying and he is always stupidly optimistic that I feel like speaking to him at all. Once I was done he said to me, “Pagan I love you with every fiber of my being.” (This he has been trained to say to me so I will consider giving him attention)

He had an actual thought it seemed…. so I looked him dead in the eye, “But I don’t want to share you with other subs at all. This phone thing you’ve started has to end”.

I would say I was shocked but I wasn’t. He is not the first loser to think I care about his opinion, and he won’t be the last. I just smirked and leered at him allowing my eyes to pierce a hole into his fragile heart. I did not need to respond at all — just a look made him aware of my rage. So slowly he responded, so carefully he chose his words fearing a verbal assault that he is not equipped to fight against … and so he said it, “Pagan you have to understand my feelings and quit being such an ice princess.”

Let’s say it was probably the last thing he will remember saying tonight. I’ll leave you to make your own interpretation…

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.