A GAYED TOAD


Toad is now safely in panties. On Saturday, little sissy faggot had to cut up then throw out all of his manderwear a/k/a boxers and briefs. I dropped by to witness 'toad scissorhands' at work. He begged to keep just one pair, pleading about a supposed doctor's appointment, but I just laughed. He was ordered to a Victoria's Secret store where 15 foot tall goddess poster images of Giselle and Alessandra and Adriana towered over him and made him feel so inferior.

I sent him with a list of colors and styles I required he buy and that he should consult with a salesgirl (they are on commish), a cute one, who would add to his humiliation. Knowing toad, had I not drafted such a list, he would have bought all black hipsters in size XL to double as manderwear. Toad returned with his purchases, and all met with my approval, pink, floral, faggy and sissy.

He told me after he donned his pink thongs, how he now felt so helpless and gay. But I forgot and put the cart before the horse, I didn't make toad shave his manparts first. Ugh, the evil black forest! Bring in the weed whacker! So on Sunday, he had to hack down the hair then shave his legs and snatch. The 'after' looked very different than the 'before'. Gay not manly, sissy not gross.

When he had the pink thongs on, his little ween was making a wet spot. He said everything felt so sensitive. He wanted to masturbate and I forbade him, telling him he had to wait 24 hours to break in this new concept of panty chastity, kind of like breaking in contact lenses.

I even sent him back to VS, because he had forgotten to buy a gift of lingerie for his Goddess when he was there. He tried to defend that it hadn't been on the list, it hadn't been ordered of him, and I yelled at him that it shouldn't have to be, he should put his Goddess above all else, and think of her, especially in a place like VS, think of something nice she would look hot wearing, something sexy she could wear while out clubbing with her friends or slutting around with real men. Toad did feel shame and bought quite a few things to make up for it. I didn't like everything he chose, but what I don't like, I'm giving to my sister. It's only fair.

And last but not least, toad must now sit down to pee like a girl. No more man-standing at the urinal!

In search of Kosher Cock
to feed fatfuck for Passover....

There is a jewboy I work with, bi, looks kind of like that American Idol contestant from a few years ago, Justin Guarini. He's cute with a jew-fro and from the way he wears his pants, looks quite hung. The flamers who tend the front bar talk nasty about wanting his cock. So tonite I will ask jewboy if he'd like to have his dick sucked by fatfuck for hmmmm a $200 tip. Jewboy doesn't have a dayjob and as far as I know left school so he could dream up a dotcom goldmine, he's on the 'puter all day. So maybe he'll need a cocksucking break next Weds.

Inspector Toad and the Muffrippers

Today I went to see those sadists known as the Muffrippers. Latina girls working for next-to-nothing at a nail salon and waxing joint who enjoy giving pretty white girls wax work they will never forget. One girl even blows on my pussy, feel better, she says? At that moment, in that position, it feels incredible. There is nothing I would like better after a hot wax job, than to have a good blow job. After the sadists are done, they will hold up one of those oversized hand-mirrors so you can inspect their handiwork. It's too gynecological, I don't like to look. Nevertheless, my pussy and starfish orifice feel so smooth, so sensitive, this is the ideal time to get fucked or licked, but rarely is there such 'daylight' service available from my fucktoys.

But tonite before I go to work, Inspector toad will have an assignment, to inspect my pussy, to see if the Muffrippers did quality work. He will not be allowed to touch, or lick or kiss, only gaze upon what he will never have, and advise me of his inspection report for the sweet sum of 200 clams, unbearded of course.

Jew-miliation Passover Style

Today I texted fatfuck

Sara: im putting u on a diet u fatfuck

ff: yes Im a fatfuck

Sara: 4 realz fatboy

ff: mmmm like eat yr ass question mark

Sara: no a special passover diet

ff: ohhhh nooooo

Sara: yes and it will cost u

ff: how much

Sara: xtra 300

ff: k

Sara: a prevu now

ff: stop I am getting hard thinking about

Sara: matzos gefelte fish borscht and cock

ff: is the cock meat kosher

Sara: do u want rabbi 2 bless it

ff: nooooooo

ff: is the cock jewish

Sara: it can be 4 extra

ff: how much

Sara: tip him after he tips u haha

ff: ok now Im hard

Sara: c I told u u r gay

ff: not gay

Sara: so c u next weds will email my assover diet

ff: assover question mark

Sara: ooops good slip haha

Sara: passover

ff: 300

Sara: yes

ff: ok love u be good

Sara: hate ur fat ass bye

Footie

Most divine Goddess, this is footworm from London, England. i am 45 years old, educated and extremely submissive/docile and obedient slave.
i would like to make a very sincere and genuine offer, i have a very nice little place located at the best part of London and if anytime You wish to visit London You can stay as long as You wish and whenever You wish Goddess.

i do all the housework (cleaning/ironing/cooking/washing Your underwears/socks by hand) can be used as Your foot stool/floor mat/bath mat/door mat/carpet) be slapped/kicked around, humiliated/degraded as You wish. i am well trained slave and will never speak unless You instruct me to, never look You in the eyes and will always grovel/crawl at Your presence i will be Your 24/7 live in house slave/dog. i have foot fetish and can worship Your feet if You allow me Highness. i can be Your 24/7 live in slave and driver during Your stay.

i had Mistresses stay at my place and used me as Their personal slave so far.
Goddess, this is not an invitation for a session but a very genuine offer for You to stay at my place and use/abuse me as Your slave for Your advantages during Your stay whenever You wish to visit London. i will be waiting for Your instructions. Bye for now Goddess.

foot worm

Foot worm should pay for airfare and for a few shoe shopping sprees! I emailed him on these points, but he hasn't responded, must be a penniless worm. Sara

PS Would love a chance to make one of the Buckingham Palace guards crack under the pressure of hmmmm tittie or ass flashing? This guard looks like a wimp toy!

Wednesdays with fatfuck

Fatfuck is usually good for every other Wednesday, but sometimes when "he has the time", he'll grace me with his fat presence three W's in a row. I don't think it's a money issue for fuck, I know he's got the dough. I wish he could squeeze in every Wednesday for me, and squeeze out more cash. I talked to Nicki how I might be able to finesse this (more below). Fuck was Nicki's slave first and he still asks about her. I think she will always be his gold standard.

Fatfuck is also difficult to pin down, he'll call Tuesday nite to see if Wednesday will work for me and I've never said it won't, but I feel like I'm hanging for his call on Tuesday nites. It's not a very Mistress-in-control feeling, it's him topping from the bottom, I don't like it.

It also makes it difficult to line up a last minute cock for him to suck, so maybe it's deliberate on his part to avoid the cocksuckery. Nicki suggested I get fucked in front of fuck. But I told here that would feel like whoring, except with a different dick. But that was her only suggestion to either squeeze more sessions or more $ out of fuck. And the last minute cock isn't always easy to find, and I have to tip the cock for his performance, although Nicki said, dumbfuck make fatfuck tip him!!! Only she is allowed to talk to me like that haha!

Yes, that is a pic of Nicki, I asked her for a pic of her for my blog, but she didn't want to show her face!

Toad's Panty Tale




One of my alpha male friends suggested that toad wear a toad uniform when with me, this was after seeing a pic of toad wearing toadie colors, khaki tan and olive drab. But I am getting a kick out of making fun of what toad wears when he sees me, because it looks like toad gets dressed in the dark or is color blind. It gives me a reason to yell at him.

All of his boxers are getting thrown out this weekend, or cut to shreds or burned, although it's hard to burn stinky stuff in Miami area without drawing the SWAT team to bust your 'meth lab' haha. And they are being replaced with panties from V/S. Toad colors? Or pastels? I haven't decided.

toad was GAYED by Terry

Terry the fag-olicious bartender asked toad if he would like to party with him sometime. Toad acted a little surprised, according to Terry, but toad said he couldn't because of his situation with me. Terry said that I was one chick he would consider switch-hitting for and that he didn't blame toad for falling for me. According to Terry, toad just nodded. The next day I yelled at toad for not accepting Terry's invite, and told him that it was just rude! Toad no longer stammers anything about not being gay, so he just asked how he could make it up to me. I told him he'd have to make it up to Terry next time he comes to the club, which of course, will be this coming weekend.

TOAD will be GAYED 2Nite!

Toad was allowed to come to the club where I work, the first time to deliver gifts. I made him birthday gift shop for my mother. He bought her an expensive 'parfum', which I couldn't afford, plus a new lipstick and nail polish for me. He had to choose the latter at a department store cosmetics counter, so embarrassing for the toad, no? The girl behind the counter truly had to wonder if the toad was going to go home and put on the lipstick and kiss the mirror.

I had laid a toad trap at the club though. I instructed toad to go to the front bar, manned by flamers. Manned is not the right word for swisher barkeeps now is it.... I showed the flamers a pic of the toad and informed them that my pet toad would be coming to deliver some gifts and that my friend was gay. I told them that if they flirt with the toad, that he will be very generous with his tips. The only other thing I told the toad, was to be very, very nice to the bartenders, because he was not to embarrass me where I work. My plan worked quite well. Toad delivered the package to me and the bartenders, while they thought he was one of the fugliest fags they had ever seen, were pleased with toad's overzealous tipping.

The next day I informed toad that the bartenders thought he was gay. Toad was truly shocked.

TOAD!!! Fags can recognize other fags, are you disputing this? Fags don't flirt with straight guys, and I saw them flirting with you.

Toad denied he was gay.

TOAD!!! You haven't dated anyone in 8 years, and you said that didn't last long, so you have to know that everyone you work with, and your family, think you're gay!

Toad again denied his gayness and said he thinks his friends (he has none), family (he has some) and co-workers (he has some of those too) think he's a loser.

And I said YEAH RIGHT a loser FAG!!!

I think I sent the toad into brain fry overload.

So since the first toad delivery, I have made him do several more. One was to come into the club and get my key and take my car and get it washed, vacuum it, and fill it with gas. I made sure the tank was on E too. I also put a pair of 'scented' panties in the backseat. I'm sure toad sniffed them. He asked if he should add them to the laundry that was coming up on the weekend. Of course jerkoff!!! Duh, toads are dumb. Another was to deliver things to my car, a list of shopping and errand-y things I made him run for me. He also had to come in to the bar and have drinks. And again I told him to be nice to the bartenders and to tip well.

The next day I told toad that the bartenders were so convinced he was gay that they wanted to invite him to an all nite club where alot of gays go, but they didn't want to steal him away from me, especially if I had things for toad to do. And I told them that was wise, because he had alot of things to do for me this weekend, and if toadie was out till dawn or beyond, it would mean he would be a useless toad!

So now I really do have the toad thinking about his true nature.

And tonite, he will be dropping by the front bar after he has 'serviced' my car again. I have asked one of the bartenders to ask toad if he would like to party sometime. Of course the toad will say no.

Fagqueen, one of my fave NF slaves, began using GAY as a verb, i.e., I felt so 'gayed' Mistress. Mistress, please GAY me up. So GAY as a verb has caught on in my lexicon. 2Nite toad will be GAYED!

BEAUTY and the JEWBEAST

I saw fatfuck last week, so make that two weeks in a row. I wish he could be a weekly event. But he is too busy, or so he claims. Fatfuck is a doctor. Used to be a neurologist, but switched to the more lucrative facial rejuvenation. You know: botox, restylane, juvederm and laser treatments. Everything but the knife, as he guffaws.

Fatfuck won't let me take any pictures of him, dude is paranoid he will be recognized, ruined or blackmailed if a picture of him gets posted along with his proclivities and perversities. Among them: high heel worship, nylon stocking fetish, ass-kissing, trampling, ball-kicking, face-slapping, spitting, spanking, cocksuckery, and the one that gets him off the most, religious humiliation, or as I call it Jew-miliation.

SNAKE IN THE GRASS?





Toad cleaned my apartment this past Saturday and has a command performance this Saturday. Not that my apartment is or was truly dirty, but I really don't have time to do the type of cleaning that my grandmother used to do to her house, who does? So this Saturday's agenda will be more specialized: toad has to windex the windows, clean out my fridge and scrub the shower door (it's cloudy but should be clear, blame it on the minerals in the water down here). Plus he must do my laundry, change the litter box and shop for groceries from my list. If he completes everything to my satisfaction, I might let him kiss my feet. I do plan on making him hop around my living room like a toad and making loud bribbits while I let one of my girlfriends listen in via cellular for extra humiliation. And for the privilege of all of the above, toad must pay me $200. Bribbit indeed!

MARCH'S BIGGEST LOSER OF THE MONTH

Stinkbob!

Our March Loser of the Month award goes to (drum roll while we open the envelope) Stinkbob! Stinkbob sent me his photo and gave me permission to post it here for that extra special humiliation. It has to be one of the scariest photos I've seen.
Stinkbob only calls me for a minute or two, twice a month, because he gets a 'teentzie pension', and can't afford me. So he's a stinky slave to boot, not worth keeping, I spend more time reading his pathetic emails than I should.

The Mystery and Allure of Stinkbob!

Check out the 20 locks on his door, what is he trying to keep out, or in this case, keep in? Check out all the junk in the left of the photo, is Stinkbob one of those old hoarders? His name is Bob, but I gave him the terrifying name Stinkbob! He is so popular among my blog readers, that I have received requests to make Stinkbob t-shirts!

HOW THE SLAVE TRADE BEGAN
The student proverty grind....Let me tell you that I learned to survive on Ramen Noodles, Yogurt and Diet Pepsi and mooching dinners at Mom's. Sometimes while cocktailing (cocktail waitressing, no, not partying and imbibing), I would find myself in one of those precipitously low blood sugar moments with nothing to eat but drink garnishes such as cocktail olives, lemon wedges, maraschino cherries and the like. I would guzzle 7-Up or ginger ale to keep from passing out. All because there was no food around my apartment. And no money till I counted my tips that nite.

I knew I had to do something to raise my income level. I wasn't interested in escorting. I know girls who do it and they work it. They populate the Delano Hotel like seagulls scrounging food tidbits on the beach. I know how much most of them go for, meaning the going rate for the solo high class escorts, and while it was tempting to consider, I knew it wasn't me. Call cocktailing more of a sure thing.

My quandary is that graduate work is more time-consuming. I'm figuratively handcuffed. I want to go out more, do what I want to do more, but there are so many hours I have to put in and... The sheer hours and demands drag me down, grad school is so much more rigorous compared to the easy sail into bachelor degree bay. I literally couldn't conceive taking on another 'job'. Niteflirt is a good deal for me, I can study while I wait for calls.

I had already played with my sister's slave, a doctor who my sister used to work for (she's a nurse), when he had put in a special request for double domme playtime. So when my sister got engaged and was planning on moving out of the area, she decided to bow out of her domination days, she set up the transfer of her slave 'fatfuck' to me. I took over her biweekly Wednesday afternoon slave sessions. Basically this translated into a thousand dollar a month gift of cash peppered with a few shopping sprees. And put me in a nicer apartment, away from the edgy neighborhood where I was renting.

So I upgraded my apartment, and this swallowed a good portion of the doctor's money. I needed another slave. And he came in the form of slave boyfriend who I shall write about later. But when he went into rehab, I was back to square one. After talking it over with one of my trusted friends, who has never steered me wrong on advice, I advertised for a slave. And found the toad. {toad photo above)