Seductive. Corruptive. Addictive.

You may be wondering where I am, and there’s a simple explanation for that. In August I was on vacation, but when I was not on vacation I was sick. And now that it’s September, it’s back to school season, which means I needed to find the best school outfits ;)

I don’t have any notions to end this blog but if I’m going to be realistic here, this blog might see little activity for a little while. But I haven’t forgotten about all of you darlings.

Sorry about this. Perhaps when school and work is in a good place I’ll have something.

Until next time,

Oh, did you miss me? Have you been coming on religiously, obsessively, like a good toy, hoping you’d find another delectable story so you can insert yourself in that fantasy, so you can embed yourself further into your addiction and never escape?

You think you have no weakness. That you are strong and a fortress with an iron will and with the right attitude you can summon a mighty resolve against any trial.

I am not sorry to say that if I happen to be your obstacle any prospects of rebellion are not promising. You exaggerate your capabilities. That is the truth. But there are other truths, too. Beyond being weaker than you think, because the fact of the matter is that your situation can’t be so concisely described.

There is a truth that was always there and always waits even now. It is there in your face when you hear my voice and you can see it spread across my lips with my fox’s smile. It is there when I wear a black dress or you hear my heels click down a hall. The truth that you are weak because I make you that way. You want what you know is forbidden so you settle for something different. Slavehood. Obedience. Or perhaps you were always seeking that, in which case the truth has never been an illusion to you, and it took you until now to understand.

This blog’s almost at a thousand total followers. One thousand toys all waiting for a little drip of seduction and control. One thousand toys panting for a little bit of me.

Can you imagine one thousand toys neatly arranged, side-by-side? All arranged in groups of a hundred. Nice, neat, square boxes of one hundred slaves each. Each one waiting for their turn for me to walk right by. Some to be graced by my hand on their heads and others just to see a glimpse. And all so excited to share with others the joy of submitting to Vixdom.

You realize that each and every time you visit my blog you cement my control just a little deeper? Every time you stroke yourself or rub one out to me and let those sparks fly, you condition yourself to be aroused by me. You condition yourself to be taken by me. To be brainwashed. To be enslaved. And maybe you didn’t know it when you first explored my blog, but now the truth beats inside your chest just as your heart.

What you’ve done to yourself is you’ve erased any hope of escape. But that’s how my control is, isn’t it? It snakes under your skin and it promises so much pleasure and before you know it you’re mindless and stroking, taking in all I have to dictate.

You sit there waiting for an order. You’re so far gone, aren’t you?

That’s a good slave.

There’s only one woman that gets you on your hands and knees in that carnal way, ascending you higher than the highest planes of heaven while making you feel so incredibly inferior.

Shhhhh! Like don’t you know you’re not allowed to like think? Well like you can think a little but you’re thinking way too much!

Like what do you mean you don’t know what I’m talking about? OMG! She said so! She? Like are you stupid? Mistress Vix said so!

It took only one look but now you’re trapped by my ass and trapped by my will.

It took only one look but now you’re stroking and edging yourself to me because I eclipse all your desires.

It took only one look but now you know the corruption I infused in others.

It took only one look but you sexually sacrificed all you were, with your tongue lolling out and your mind made barren of thoughts or desires but the ones that are useful for my purposes.