Enchanted Hypnosis

The sound of My voice pulls you deeper and deeper.

Everything you ever wanted is within your reach, and it feels so good. There is only Me, always Mistress Cassie, and all you do is listen to the sound of My voice.

I take you deeper and deeper, it feels so good.

Listen to the sound of My voice.

All for Mistress Cassie

Saturday, August 13, 2011

from Crybaby

Disjointed, And With A Tear

I am of the belief that a life without limitations breeds insanity. Curiously enough, ‘insanity’ holds multiple meanings and discord that is seldom fully understood. We have seen what lack of limitations on evil can create throughout history. Is ‘goodness’ the exception to the rule on limitations? Also, can goodness ever fully be defined?

Forgive me, since I have digressed. We all have limitations and perhaps I have reached mine. Mistress Cassie is a wonderful way to delve inside one’s own mind; whether it is hypnosis, role play, or just straight conversation. She is intelligent, soft, fierce, cunning, sensual, erotic, warm and cold all at the same time. I have to rate her tops in her field. If you seek to explore yourself she will not disappoint. Have I reached the end of my line; who knows, but goodbyes are too final for me. Perhaps there is a side of my nature that I must hold in check in order to feel stable. There is a difference in crying which comforts and crying which destroys. I have had the pleasure of the former with Mistress Cassie. It was a ‘letting out’ if you will, and much appreciated. I have been pondering the Great Spirit recently. I would like to leave you with a fictionalized account I wrote on creation.


In the beginning which never was,
And in the nothing which never can be;
There is and always has been ‘Being’.

It saw how good contemplation on
Its own self could be and thought
To share it with ‘Another’.

The ‘Other’ could now look back
Upon ‘Being’ and confirm its historic presence.
‘Presence’, now defined, (the Two) could go
Forth to multiply in their universe
Creating vast structures and unimaginable creatures.

These creatures, in turn, could study
Themselves and the vast structures
While feeling the never ending pull towards
That which was and is ‘Being’.

Suddenly, along came thoughts about ‘Nothing’;
A mere illusion which brought discord.
Since ‘Being’ was brought forth from ‘Being’
There was no need for ‘Nothing’ at all.

In the end, which never will be,
‘Being will gaze upon itself once more
And realize there can be no beginning or ending
Since ‘Being’ is all there can ever be.

AKA-Stupid Loser, Sissy Crybaby Weakling

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