‘What are you doing to me, Amber? You’re in my brain and I can’t get you out. I check your page constantly to see if you’re on. I hear you in my head. You make me keep calling’, he said.
Hmmm. In your head when we’re not in session? Making you need to talk to me and hearing me throughout the day? Calling me because you’re compelled to? Making you want me long after the call is through sounds like a mindfuck to me, and it’s one of my most favorite things to do. I don’t wake up in the morning, gaze out my sunny window and declare that it’s a great day to fuck with you. It’s just something I do. Maybe it’s because I’m a woman or maybe because I’m a Mistress, but it’s definintely because I’m more than a little bit bad.

Mindfuck? Don’t Mind If I Do….

I never threaten. That’s a clear sign that someone doesn’t have the power to begin with and is hoping that you never catch on. No, I merely get you to the point where you want to please me so bad you’ll do anything. You want to confess things you’ve always held in. Let’s put it another way. My mind is a cock and your brain is fertile ground. As we actually speak, I silently drop little seeds that root in you, gaining control of you long after the call is through. Are you suddenly watching one video after another of men sucking cock because you have a new interest, or did I plant a seed? All of a sudden preoccupied with eating your cum? Hmmm, you never were before, not like you are now! Was that your Mistress Amber at work? Maybe you’ve got an unexplainable urge to look for something around the house to slide into your ass, or you can’t stop jerking off to visions of your wife getting gangbanged. Brand new interests….or me? Can a pretty girl in Las Vegas actually reach you like that? Surely a phone call is just a phone call….right?

It starts with female domination, yes. And we’re very upfront about that here. But mindfucking is a bonus with me, and before you realize it’s happening, we’re already there.
Hmmm. Let’s see how much I want from you.