"your life belongs to Me now. I will be your EVERYTHING"

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At the end of the day, all I care about is MYSELF. You either do everything possible to make Me happy, or you are forgotten.

All for Me...

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It's Von Blaq bitch.

You know EXACTLY who I am and what I am capable of doing to you, don't you.? I am the total embodiment of a REAL BLACK FEMALE SUPREMACIST..

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The Five Types.


As a Black Woman and a GODdess of My caliber, I accept only the highest quality of male into My reverse harem. How will you fit in.?

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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Trial and Error


When I first started out, anyone who wasn’t easy to handle or was inexperienced was always turned away and shunned. I had no plans to teach anyone, no need to baby anyone, to walk them through anything. My only real interest in anything back then was money. I saw no benefit in anyone that took time and work. I was taught, so to speak, that slaves that were already trained or knew the lifestyle, or paid for the ‘normal’ (whips, chains, jerking) type of session would be easy prey.

But I’ve come to realize, after countless sessions with dickheads who were more worried about themselves and their fantasy, that the way I was taught to go about things was just not Me. Every experienced sub I ran into proved to be just as much of a useless wanker as the last one did. Not all of them were, but the vast majority of them disgusted Me. For most of My first few years, I was becoming fed up with choosing the slave who only cared about what they were after (just because they paid Me a nice fee) instead of finding someone I could completely mold. It almost came to the point where I even thought about leaving this beautiful lifestyle (I’m very glad that I didn’t).


But then shortly after I gave birth to My daughter, and My raging hormones were finally coming down, I happened to find Vanessa. She had no training, never did a session, had not one single penny to give Me, and didn’t know much about anything or any of the formalities. And at this time I was strictly a Pro Domme, so with all he had to offer I had very little interest in him. But I needed some tasks tested and he seemed very eager. So I accepted him.
I think our first few “encounters” were normal. I demanded and he did. But he would often speak out of turn, become super friendly with Me, expected to be treated like an equal. It made My blood boil. He even had the nerve to suggest that he was good enough for Me to date.

All this coming from a man who didn’t even have a place he could call his own, nor could he even buy $5 worth of My time. Many times during our first month together, I felt like getting rid of him. But every time I was about to, he would do a task I instructed him to do so perfectly, I changed My mind. The effects of not really knowing what the fuck to do with him wore Me down. I had become so used to easy money that something that could be so easily fixed had Me in a stump. As we began our second month together, I began spending many nights devising creative games to play with him, which would make breaking him in more fun for Me. Using this game as a disguise easily fooled him into thinking he was safe, but I was extremely determined to change him. To be able to keep using him, without feeling the need to just give up on him. He was just too “manly” for someone who craved to be a bitch. His ego was bigger than his dick, and it baffled, as well as upset Me.



The very first time we played a “game,” I knew his whole world was flipped upside down. The game was simple, but it was comprised of a series of subliminal messages and images, suggesting the idea of falling in love with Me, of wanting to go above and beyond for Me. A first for both of us, I never played with some one’s mind like this, and I was sure he had never been mind-fucked. He was extremely suggestable, and I was really surprised by the results of My little game.

And so our real relationship began…

Vanessa is now a completely devoted sissy. With the help of our “games,” and the occasional glimpse of Me on skype, his ego is exactly where I want it to be. And My journey with him from beginning to end has helped Me better Myself and grow as a Domme. Training and playing with him made Me realize that I am not cut out to pro Domme.  I can’t play a fantasy. I can’t stick to some guideline that I’m paid to follow. I want to enjoy the full pleasures of being a Goddess. I want to take minds, bodies and souls, and shape them into something (ANYTHING) I want or need. I can make My creations work for Me and make money for me, instead of getting paid a one-time fee to watch some dickhead wanker jerk off to My ass on cam.


I respect the hustle, but I deserve better.

Real slavery.
Real slaves.

For a REAL Goddess.



It just makes sense, right?




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Monday, March 21, 2016

The Goddess



She’s a beautiful shade of luscious brown

An essence of vanilla & sugar surrounds Her

Her walk is out of this world

And Her hair flows long in the wind

Men fall for Her, left and right

Whenever She happens to float by

And She’s almost, just almost, too perfect.

But these earthlings never seem to notice

They can be dumb at the best of times

Do you see it, do you see how She smiles

That fabulous captivating grin

It just never seems to reach Her eyes

Those gorgeous almond-shaped eyes

Behind Her cleverly done fa├žade

Lies such a calculating creature

Her intellect is a match for no one

But She has a secret to Her exotic ways

It would seem that She is an alien

The Goddess of Venus Herself.

A Supreme Being trapped in human form

On Her planet She was loved and worshiped

But as humble as She is, Her heart is so cold

She Demanded. Commanded. Overpowered.

Every man Her matchmaker brought to Her

She looked at them over and turned them away

Her kingdom began to worry unjustly

“Will She ever marry, settle down?”

“Will She submit to a king and bare a child?”

“Will there be an heir to the throne?”

But despite what Her subjects bitched about

She continued to turn down every man

“She fears no man, She’s too picky” they said

So Her subjects moved to exile Her

In the dead of night, they captured Her

And kidnapped Her, from Her bed

They wrapped her tightly in Her sheets

And dragged Her to the elders chamber

Lying in a pool of silk, She listened to Her subjects

Each and every one of them complained

They have given up on Her

They want to abandon Her

Exile Her! Exile Her! They shout

So the elder had no choice

They decided to send Her far away

To a diseased rock called earth

Saddened by Her kingdoms actions

She held Her head high

As She waved goodbye

And She bordered Her ship and flew away

She vowed never to see them again

She will make Her own statement.

She decided to take earth for Herself

And She is very charming

A very rare beauty to ever hit earth

As soon as She lands

Men & woman will crowd around Her

Such a breathless beauty

So prefect. So strong. So Rare.








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Monday, October 5, 2015

Sheila Testimony


My name is Shawn, or rather Sheila now (I have been rebranded by Her highness Goddess Kimi). Today is February 14, 2015, and I am finishing my second month of slavery to the Supreme Goddess Von Blaq. I came into contact with the Goddess via CollarSpace, where I messaged Her seeking ownership. She found out that I was a college student willing to do anything to serve so She began by giving me homework/writing assignments for Her blog and website. Since then, we have engaged in informational conversations about each other via Skype and I have gotten to know a lot about Her and Her supremacy over us inferior beings through these conversations and through Her blog/website. She also took the time to find out a little bit about me as well. I understand what She wants in Her slaves and She seems to see my eagerness to serve Her. Through this interaction, I felt Her dominant presence and instantly felt myself crawling into submission.


I was given a blog proofreading assignment, in which I had to make sure every word and sentence checked out okay on the Goddess’ website. As I was reading through the posts and pages, I couldn’t help but start to feel weak. The dominance and superiority of this GODDESS was displayed through every word and picture on this website. The humiliation that She carried out on Her slaves were brutal, but I couldn’t help but feel jealous that I wasn’t serving Her, or being humiliated, in Her presence yet. This is when I really started to break.
With every new task She gave me, I felt Her divine presence captivating me. I’m not sure if this is what She was intending, but that’s what was happening to me. The fact that it’s only been a day and I’m feeling this way blows my mind.

Today She graced me with the honor of bowing at Her feet via Skype cam, and what a privilege it was. Looking up at those soles and praising Her majesty made me realize; I now have a new religion, and Goddess Kimi is my GODDESS.
I am currently working to prove myself in order to have the chance of being Goddess Kimi’s personal domestic sissy maid, task slave, and humiliation puppet. The day I get the chance to bow my head to the ground in front of Her divine feet, I will know that my life has purpose.


I would like to end this testimony by saying; I worship Goddess Kimi, and I am NOTHING without Her.


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