Goddess Sydney

For as long as I can remember, I dreamt of sexually overpowering men and women and making them serve me. I would imagine they became obsessed and devoted to me, to serving my pleasure, to receiving my cruelty and my kindnesses. Controlling their sexuality, either through orgasm denial, or forced orgasm, through bondage and service, corporal punishment and worship or whatever tools I crave to use, I would get them to do anything and everything I desired. Having an extremely high sex drive, I often imagined I would train my devoted playthings like pets, crawling to me to seek comfort in pleasing me, no matter the outcome for them. Their deepest pleasure could only be found in serving me. Our relationships would be as boundless as the sea, constantly intertwining and flowing through and around each other, never truly able to be separate. I give them purpose, they show me deference.

Over the years I have developed personal relationships with subs who have shown up to help make this lifelong fantasy a reality for me. I have come to see that those who come to serve me have such wonderful gifts to give me, they lay their heart out on a tray and give me everything they are. In turn, I mold them, I shape them, I rewire the deepest recesses of their mind, until they think of nothing but me, crave to serve me and devote themselves to me. I am always eager to see who the next one will be, to lay themselves before me only to be stripped bare. To see if they have what it takes to please me, to run the gauntlet I create within their subconscious that will reflect back to them all they try to hide from.

You see, the issue with serving a Goddess of the liminal is that she cannot pretend to be blind to what everyone else is blind to. The gift of sight, birthed to the subversive witch is impossible to fool. The deceitfulness you have perpetrated against yourself, as to who you are or what you want, will be dissolved in my presence. There will be no hiding from the truth in my presence, and as I reveal it to you, slowly but indefinitely, you will become empty, your masks shed for good in service to your Goddess. The graceful strength which I use to mold you, train and claim you, pours into you like water slowly working between the cracks and crevices of your psyche, exposing the beauty of your truest self.

Devotion unparalleled.