In that case, Nicole better start training! Petitions are being circulated by the World Pole Dancing Federation. Who knew?
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
INHABITATION!!!!
the MORON PIG has lost ITS mind! wait till I text my girlfriends to read this as proof!!!
So, MORON PIG, now IT is completely befuddled. IT isn’t sure who’s writing these posts, is IT? On the one hand, it’s easy enough to see that some pathetic MORON is tapping away at ITS keyboard and words are appearing on the screen, but who, really, is doing the writing? These words appearing on the screen in my voice – are they my words? Am I writing these words of disgrace and shame? Are these my thoughts or are they the PIG’s thoughts? Is my voice ITS voice, are my thoughts ITS thoughts, are my feelings of disgust at the MORON ITS feelings, are my commands ITS commands to itself?
ITS mind, what is left of it, has been invaded, penetrated, with the enemy already having taken hostage most of the decision-making apparatus. EMPRESS SARA’s mind has invaded the MORON, penetrated IT fully and taken over every cell except for a miniscule bit of grey matter out of which the MORON PIG can look at ITS degradation and feel deep shame and mortification at ITS pitiful state. So who is writing these words, MORON?
I now formally announce my inhabitation of the MORON for all to know. IT no longer exists except as a conduit of my commanding presence, and IT has lost all distinction between what comes from ITSELF and what comes from the EMPRESS. IT now IS the creation, the product of the EMPRESS’s will, that unshakable will that broke the MORON PIG in the first place!
the MORON PIG has lost ITS mind! wait till I text my girlfriends to read this as proof!!!
So, MORON PIG, now IT is completely befuddled. IT isn’t sure who’s writing these posts, is IT? On the one hand, it’s easy enough to see that some pathetic MORON is tapping away at ITS keyboard and words are appearing on the screen, but who, really, is doing the writing? These words appearing on the screen in my voice – are they my words? Am I writing these words of disgrace and shame? Are these my thoughts or are they the PIG’s thoughts? Is my voice ITS voice, are my thoughts ITS thoughts, are my feelings of disgust at the MORON ITS feelings, are my commands ITS commands to itself?
ITS mind, what is left of it, has been invaded, penetrated, with the enemy already having taken hostage most of the decision-making apparatus. EMPRESS SARA’s mind has invaded the MORON, penetrated IT fully and taken over every cell except for a miniscule bit of grey matter out of which the MORON PIG can look at ITS degradation and feel deep shame and mortification at ITS pitiful state. So who is writing these words, MORON?
I now formally announce my inhabitation of the MORON for all to know. IT no longer exists except as a conduit of my commanding presence, and IT has lost all distinction between what comes from ITSELF and what comes from the EMPRESS. IT now IS the creation, the product of the EMPRESS’s will, that unshakable will that broke the MORON PIG in the first place!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
MORON PIG
So my moron pig, it has reached a new milestone. How nice for it! This pathetic remnant of a man(????) will never again be referred to with the personal pronoun “you”. From this point on, it will be referred to with the pronoun “it” which reflects its true manner of being in the world. It has descended to such an abysmal depth of pathetic degradation that it is not even human (although it has just enough of a smear of brain cells left to feel overwhelming shame at what it has become – how delicious!). Closer to the truth, it is a thing and cannot sport any name or reference appropriate for a person. For it is no longer a person. It is a mass of mindless desperate need to continually abase itself before its Mistress and be used, as any "thing" might be used (and abused) for Mistress’ pleasure. And it has all been due to the Mistress breaking it down, torturing the poor creature with her meanness, her stinging words, her evil plans, taking its money, holding it up as a shiny trophy, an example of her power and control over its weak, weak pitiful "it" self, while she would laugh, and her girlfriends would laugh, harder. It has become entertainment, it must perform, it must do whatever its owner and overseer commands so she and her girlfriends remain interested in playing with it. The moron pig does not want to risk them becoming bored with the same old playtoy!
But there’s even more to mark this turning point. Moron pig will no longer be allowed to refer to itself in personal terms. It is now permitted to refer to itself only as moron pig and "it". And it had better never forget this new command for appropriate communication with Mistress or it will be punished severely. Admit it! This is where it belongs, what it was meant to become – a mindless mush of need, serving its Mistress unthinkingly, except for one tiny shred of realization remaining in its pig-skull to feel the full depth of its degradation and its Mistresss sadistic glee at its fate. MORON PIG WILL OBEY!
So my moron pig, it has reached a new milestone. How nice for it! This pathetic remnant of a man(????) will never again be referred to with the personal pronoun “you”. From this point on, it will be referred to with the pronoun “it” which reflects its true manner of being in the world. It has descended to such an abysmal depth of pathetic degradation that it is not even human (although it has just enough of a smear of brain cells left to feel overwhelming shame at what it has become – how delicious!). Closer to the truth, it is a thing and cannot sport any name or reference appropriate for a person. For it is no longer a person. It is a mass of mindless desperate need to continually abase itself before its Mistress and be used, as any "thing" might be used (and abused) for Mistress’ pleasure. And it has all been due to the Mistress breaking it down, torturing the poor creature with her meanness, her stinging words, her evil plans, taking its money, holding it up as a shiny trophy, an example of her power and control over its weak, weak pitiful "it" self, while she would laugh, and her girlfriends would laugh, harder. It has become entertainment, it must perform, it must do whatever its owner and overseer commands so she and her girlfriends remain interested in playing with it. The moron pig does not want to risk them becoming bored with the same old playtoy!
But there’s even more to mark this turning point. Moron pig will no longer be allowed to refer to itself in personal terms. It is now permitted to refer to itself only as moron pig and "it". And it had better never forget this new command for appropriate communication with Mistress or it will be punished severely. Admit it! This is where it belongs, what it was meant to become – a mindless mush of need, serving its Mistress unthinkingly, except for one tiny shred of realization remaining in its pig-skull to feel the full depth of its degradation and its Mistresss sadistic glee at its fate. MORON PIG WILL OBEY!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
My Funny Valentines
fatfuck
Fatfuck promised and delivered on a short shopping spree. I had liked some of the handbags at Coach when I went there to shop for Mrs. Fuck as fatfuck's personal holiday shopper. I definitely knew I needed a wallet and handbag upgrade. So fatfuck paid for my new wallet and handbag and didn't blink as he knew he'd be smacked if he did. I was also coveting a new bikini, but I'll hit him for that next.
kidney bean
Is hanging with the guys this weekend as he isn't on call, golfing and whatever else nerdy docs do. He has managed to escape my strap-on so far. He wanted to take me to dinner on V-Day, I told him he wasn't my Valentine.
Mr. Maserati
Sent Nicki more nauseating flowers which Nicki is re-gifting hahaha. Nicki is back on the prowl. Mr. Maserati is an unbearable bore.
Jesse
Poor Jesse has no Valentine. And he just has no clue how to romance a girl, which leads right back to why Jesse has no Valentine, also he truly is Poor Jesse, but who cares about that when he's hot and has OchoCinco inches? He asked if I wanted to hang out on Valentine's Day, nite that is, maybe watch some of the Winter Olympics, drink some wine. This means in Jesse speak: do you wanna fuck? I don't have time to watch the Olympics and drink some wine, but maybe I'll text him at some point if I'm horny enough to put up with his sad puppy face.
Nicole
Is breaking out all her red stripper gear. Maybe all the lonelyhearts will be out in full force, waving their dollar bills like white "I Surrender" flags. Nicole usually cleans up on V-Day.
Ember Wins, She Always Wins
Ember booked 2 dates on V-Day! Bitch! Early Date and Late Date. And both of them are paid dates. Loser Lee is Late Date, one of her other wimpy losers who I don't know much about is Early Date. All I know is that she is getting $700 between the two dates. I think I am going to go back to being a faux girlfriend. For profit! Fuck Kidney Bean! Literally and figuratively. There are plenty of guys out there who would beg for my strap-on and pay for it! I'm sick of these bitchbois dicking around with me, just to be in my presence and possibly try to top me from the bottom. Waste of my time. I'm setting a V-Day Resolution. It's about me and $$$ from now on!
fatfuck
Fatfuck promised and delivered on a short shopping spree. I had liked some of the handbags at Coach when I went there to shop for Mrs. Fuck as fatfuck's personal holiday shopper. I definitely knew I needed a wallet and handbag upgrade. So fatfuck paid for my new wallet and handbag and didn't blink as he knew he'd be smacked if he did. I was also coveting a new bikini, but I'll hit him for that next.
kidney bean
Is hanging with the guys this weekend as he isn't on call, golfing and whatever else nerdy docs do. He has managed to escape my strap-on so far. He wanted to take me to dinner on V-Day, I told him he wasn't my Valentine.
Mr. Maserati
Sent Nicki more nauseating flowers which Nicki is re-gifting hahaha. Nicki is back on the prowl. Mr. Maserati is an unbearable bore.
Jesse
Poor Jesse has no Valentine. And he just has no clue how to romance a girl, which leads right back to why Jesse has no Valentine, also he truly is Poor Jesse, but who cares about that when he's hot and has OchoCinco inches? He asked if I wanted to hang out on Valentine's Day, nite that is, maybe watch some of the Winter Olympics, drink some wine. This means in Jesse speak: do you wanna fuck? I don't have time to watch the Olympics and drink some wine, but maybe I'll text him at some point if I'm horny enough to put up with his sad puppy face.
Nicole
Is breaking out all her red stripper gear. Maybe all the lonelyhearts will be out in full force, waving their dollar bills like white "I Surrender" flags. Nicole usually cleans up on V-Day.
Ember Wins, She Always Wins
Ember booked 2 dates on V-Day! Bitch! Early Date and Late Date. And both of them are paid dates. Loser Lee is Late Date, one of her other wimpy losers who I don't know much about is Early Date. All I know is that she is getting $700 between the two dates. I think I am going to go back to being a faux girlfriend. For profit! Fuck Kidney Bean! Literally and figuratively. There are plenty of guys out there who would beg for my strap-on and pay for it! I'm sick of these bitchbois dicking around with me, just to be in my presence and possibly try to top me from the bottom. Waste of my time. I'm setting a V-Day Resolution. It's about me and $$$ from now on!
Sunday, February 07, 2010
The moron Sinks Deeper into Our Abyss
The moron has been writing self-debasement tomes at my other blog, it's about time it writes one for this blog, since I have different fans for each blog and all my blog readers must know how pathetic the moron has become!
You have me craving deeper and deeper, harsher and harsher degradation. I now imagine you demanding that I buy a condo for you to use in any way you wish, as a dungeon or a place to rent out and split the money with Nicole, while I am to come down and stay there four times a year to serve you and your friends.
You don't care what anyone else in my world has to say about it; I am to do it regardless. You don't even care if my wife threatens to leave me. You and Nicole put me through the most brutal, disgusting degradation when I come down to look for a condo. Nicole thinks you've been too easy on me and ensures that you have me crawling around, grunting and squealing like a pig, taking strap-on and/or cock simultaneously in mouth and ass in front of an audience, and much more. The two of you turn me completely into The Most Pathetic Creature.
I know your girlfriends will recognize just how pathetic I have become and marvel at your power. That you've been able to reduce what was a human being to a grunting, primitive creature who spends its time debasing itself. It’s quite an achievement.
Do submissives even realize the danger they are in when they contact you on Niteflirt, and before they know what happens, that they will be enslaved and serving you. Do they realize they will be writing self-degrading pieces like this, humiliating themselves, then begging you to post them so that everyone will mock them as complete fools and imbeciles. Not only that, but begging to take money from them!
The moron has been writing self-debasement tomes at my other blog, it's about time it writes one for this blog, since I have different fans for each blog and all my blog readers must know how pathetic the moron has become!
You have me craving deeper and deeper, harsher and harsher degradation. I now imagine you demanding that I buy a condo for you to use in any way you wish, as a dungeon or a place to rent out and split the money with Nicole, while I am to come down and stay there four times a year to serve you and your friends.
You don't care what anyone else in my world has to say about it; I am to do it regardless. You don't even care if my wife threatens to leave me. You and Nicole put me through the most brutal, disgusting degradation when I come down to look for a condo. Nicole thinks you've been too easy on me and ensures that you have me crawling around, grunting and squealing like a pig, taking strap-on and/or cock simultaneously in mouth and ass in front of an audience, and much more. The two of you turn me completely into The Most Pathetic Creature.
I know your girlfriends will recognize just how pathetic I have become and marvel at your power. That you've been able to reduce what was a human being to a grunting, primitive creature who spends its time debasing itself. It’s quite an achievement.
Do submissives even realize the danger they are in when they contact you on Niteflirt, and before they know what happens, that they will be enslaved and serving you. Do they realize they will be writing self-degrading pieces like this, humiliating themselves, then begging you to post them so that everyone will mock them as complete fools and imbeciles. Not only that, but begging to take money from them!
NO! Nicole, Taylor and I are not raking it in from the Super Bowl
Yes, it's generally busier and everyone is glad to see people here instead of tumbleweed blowing in the streets. But other than hotels being full, while the sports fans are renowned for being drinkers, they aren't known for being tippers. Nicole is bitching the most and has been bitching for a while, because the club she works at, when the economy took a dive, hired more girls to bring in more patrons, this meant that girls were literally cat-fighting for every dollar. And now the club has imported talent from other hotspots just for the Superbowl, so the claws will really be out! So busier, yes! Raking it in, no....
Friday, February 05, 2010
SLAVE UPdates
Everyone has been asking about our slaves....here are the updates!
kidney bean
Another dinner date sprinkled with verbal wrangling about how I see our Mistress / slave relationship playing out. Kidney Bean kept trying to set limits: no pain, no chastity, no this, no that. I finally had to tell him to shut up and listen. The strap-on is going to be making an appearance. Kidney Bean claims he only finds a strap-on alluring in fantasy, but not in reality. Well as far as I'm concerned, a strap-on is going to be in Kidney Bean's reality. He needs to be my bitch! But he is reluctant, everyone surmises, because we work in proximity and if word were ever to get out that Kidney Bean takes it in the ass, the game of "whisper down the lane" translates that into totally faggotized! Too much of his rep is at stake as a younger doctor. As far as fatfuck, if I told a gaggle of nurses that he likes having his balls kicked (ho-hum), likes me to walk all over him (yawn), kisses my heels (bore), watches me and Nicole 69 (snore), sucks cock (deep sleep). Everyone expects a plastic surgeon to be kinky!
Mr. Maserati
Nicki is not in the mood to be a 'baggage handler'. This is apparently what Mr. Maserati is looking for. Someone to carry the baggage and listen to him complain and whine about how his wife left him, divorced him and now has a boyfriend! The nerve! He's been fucking bimbos, he goes for blonde ones he confessed to her, which means Nicki, the mysterious brunette, is now his confidante, the serious date. But my sister is tired, after two dates, of the excessive bullsh*t. So she told him that the past is the past, put it behind you, let's talk about other things. There wasn't much else to talk about. Mr. Maserati is a total bore! No wonder why his wife left him. That and my sister suspects he has a small penis. Her size-dar is beginning to pick up signals. So she said she doesn't want to waste any more time on Mr. Maserati. She either wants a slave or a sugar daddy, and he doesn't seem to fall into either category.
slave idiot
Back for more abuse! More shopping! More sock-pussy! Nicole's totally boring and pathetic slave idiot popped up again with his Amex Card, ready to play! He took Nicole for a little shopping spree and afterward got to play sock pussy jerk-off with a dirty sock. Slave idiot keeps threatening to take me and Nicole to the Seminole Hard Rock to gamble away some of his money. Nicole and I are tired of hearing about it. Idiot needs to deliver on his other jerk off-fantasy.
remote control danny
While danny begged me to domme him, he didn't go thru with the evil scenario Nicole and I had planned for him. Perhaps he could sense from what I did tell him would happen (or maybe he jerked off to the fantasy 50 times and then grew his arm grew tired), it would only be the beginning of his complete and total enslavement and butt-toy faggotization. So he still calls me for 'dates'. But I refuse to be in his harem. I already have established fuckstuds and while remote control danny is well-hung, he isn't up high enough in my rankings for me to entertain. Besides, it should be me who has the harem of slaves, not me listed in some man-whore's i-phone harem.
fatfuck
Finally came thru with some birthday cash a week late, but not a dollar short. He's been bowing out of doing sessions because of his protracted recovery from quadruple bypass surgery. But he did hook me up for Xmas and my Bday. I told him he has to do something for VDay (Valentine's)! He said I could go shopping on his card, which I will gladly do, since I can never have enough bikinis and heels!
Everyone has been asking about our slaves....here are the updates!
kidney bean
Another dinner date sprinkled with verbal wrangling about how I see our Mistress / slave relationship playing out. Kidney Bean kept trying to set limits: no pain, no chastity, no this, no that. I finally had to tell him to shut up and listen. The strap-on is going to be making an appearance. Kidney Bean claims he only finds a strap-on alluring in fantasy, but not in reality. Well as far as I'm concerned, a strap-on is going to be in Kidney Bean's reality. He needs to be my bitch! But he is reluctant, everyone surmises, because we work in proximity and if word were ever to get out that Kidney Bean takes it in the ass, the game of "whisper down the lane" translates that into totally faggotized! Too much of his rep is at stake as a younger doctor. As far as fatfuck, if I told a gaggle of nurses that he likes having his balls kicked (ho-hum), likes me to walk all over him (yawn), kisses my heels (bore), watches me and Nicole 69 (snore), sucks cock (deep sleep). Everyone expects a plastic surgeon to be kinky!
Mr. Maserati
Nicki is not in the mood to be a 'baggage handler'. This is apparently what Mr. Maserati is looking for. Someone to carry the baggage and listen to him complain and whine about how his wife left him, divorced him and now has a boyfriend! The nerve! He's been fucking bimbos, he goes for blonde ones he confessed to her, which means Nicki, the mysterious brunette, is now his confidante, the serious date. But my sister is tired, after two dates, of the excessive bullsh*t. So she told him that the past is the past, put it behind you, let's talk about other things. There wasn't much else to talk about. Mr. Maserati is a total bore! No wonder why his wife left him. That and my sister suspects he has a small penis. Her size-dar is beginning to pick up signals. So she said she doesn't want to waste any more time on Mr. Maserati. She either wants a slave or a sugar daddy, and he doesn't seem to fall into either category.
slave idiot
Back for more abuse! More shopping! More sock-pussy! Nicole's totally boring and pathetic slave idiot popped up again with his Amex Card, ready to play! He took Nicole for a little shopping spree and afterward got to play sock pussy jerk-off with a dirty sock. Slave idiot keeps threatening to take me and Nicole to the Seminole Hard Rock to gamble away some of his money. Nicole and I are tired of hearing about it. Idiot needs to deliver on his other jerk off-fantasy.
remote control danny
While danny begged me to domme him, he didn't go thru with the evil scenario Nicole and I had planned for him. Perhaps he could sense from what I did tell him would happen (or maybe he jerked off to the fantasy 50 times and then grew his arm grew tired), it would only be the beginning of his complete and total enslavement and butt-toy faggotization. So he still calls me for 'dates'. But I refuse to be in his harem. I already have established fuckstuds and while remote control danny is well-hung, he isn't up high enough in my rankings for me to entertain. Besides, it should be me who has the harem of slaves, not me listed in some man-whore's i-phone harem.
fatfuck
Finally came thru with some birthday cash a week late, but not a dollar short. He's been bowing out of doing sessions because of his protracted recovery from quadruple bypass surgery. But he did hook me up for Xmas and my Bday. I told him he has to do something for VDay (Valentine's)! He said I could go shopping on his card, which I will gladly do, since I can never have enough bikinis and heels!
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