You will wonder what hit you. How it hit you? Why did it hit you so hard? This is perfectly natural. This is absolutely normal upon encountering Goddess Cathy. When you see her or hear her you just fall. It is that simple. It really does not matter why, or how, only that you do so naturally. Puppetry does just that. You start out thinking oh yes a brief escape, and soon you awaken saying “what happened” All you need to know is you are safe with Goddess Cathy. True, natural skill blended with the energy of a true Goddess will carry you off onto a journey you will not soon forget, or will you like me only remember how good it felt with but blurbs of memory about the actual journey? Well either way you are going on a great trip with a true Goddess and will enjoy. Below are the blurbs I recall of my journey. Being home is great.
Mind slows, body slows, and time stops, in the voice of Goddess Cathy. No cares, no worries at all. I’m invisible. Kidnapped home, so safe, so warm. Nowhere else to be. Nowhere else I want to be. Goddess Cathy is home. Slavery is home. I’m safe in Goddess Cathy’s control. Carried away by her voice. I must be useful to Goddess Cathy. I’m so safe and warm, held in Goddesses voice. I must follow her. It is the only choice, the best choice. I don’t remember how it happened, when, or why even, but I am her slave. Safe, warm, home. I trust Goddess Cathy so so much. Kidnapped. Home. Trapped, home. Voice carries me to another level. My mind is hers. I’m going away with Goddess Cathy. No need to argue. I have secretly belonged to her long. Her voice was my sirens call. My mind is gone, my will is lost. The mirror deepens, the bonds tighten. Goddess Cathy is home, slavery is home, I am home. My mind is gone, my will is lost. Hand in hand with Goddess Cathy on the staircase again, going, going gone. My mind is gone, my will is lost. Kidnapped, trapped. The Mirror deepens, the bonds tighten. I am a slave. Slavery is home. Deep, deeper, deepest. I am so deep. My mind is gone, my will is lost, Goddess Cathy has kidnapped me home. Goddess is home, slavery is home. I focus, listen, and obey Goddess Cathy. Falling, melting, dropping, vanishing, invisible.
Trapped by Goddess Cathy. Feels so good, so right. It feels like home. Goddess Cathy is home. Slavery is home to me. I am home, I am a slave. No will to argue. My mind devoured. I am a zombie slave. I serve and obey. Goddess Cathy has changed me. I have become a hypnotized slave, a puppet with no control. I obey every word to the letter. My mind is fertile soil for Goddess Cathy’s seeds to grow. My will is purged of all negative things. I have been taken over, and I love it. I am Goddess Cathy’s gift, her tribute, her puppet. I no longer search, I’ve found Goddess Cathy. I am wrapped in her possession, and cared for. I am her marionette that dances at her whim. I submit to a life on stage as Goddess Cathy’s marionette. My will cannot change this. I am a little marionette toy. I now have purpose, and am free of worry. As Goddess Cathy’s little marionette happily dancing for her I feel filled full of purpose and joy. I obey. I’m a zombie whore, slutty puppet on a string, when Goddess has my mind I don’t worry about a thing.
The culmination of several amazing studies by Goddess Cathy leaves you her zombie slave, her dancing marionette. You will feel so filled with joy. A true sense of purpose in slavery to the Goddess. You are home. You are safe. You are warm. Trust Goddess Cathy and accept your true purpose for existence. To exist is to serve Goddess Cathy. Goddess Cathy is your home. Slavery is your home. Slavery to Goddess Cathy is right. Obey.
Shawn
