Casino!

Ash Slave and Nicki at the Seminole Hard Rock on Ash Slave's dime. Many dimes. Nicki wants to turn dimes into dollars. Awaiting her text message to see how she did at blackjack. If Ash Slave wins anything, it's hers as well.

Nicki's been doing forced intox with Ash Slave, not that it's difficult with a drunk. It makes it easier for her to extract more money for her sessions, as he usually passes out into zzzzzz.

I met Ash Slave, he's so into Nicki, it's nauseating. He literally worships the ground she walks on. I need a slave like that!

Update: Nicki cleared $200, Ash Slave nada

Gutter Slut Gets Shaken Down!

Ms Sara

While we were eating gourmet fare at Carls Junior, Jem confessed she wanted to turn me into a high end TV/TS hooker, who can work off Eros instead of plying the trade at the ABS and on the stroll. I told her that you, Ms Sara, were my ruiness and that we were re-enacting Leaving Las Vegas, that I was really on my way down down down and shouldn't be upgrading my lifestyle. Jem was curious about this concept. She said she saw quite a few johns who she could tell were on their way down, usually because of booze or other substances, but none of them had a Mistress overseeing their doom. She hadn't seen the movie Leaving Las Vegas, so I said we should rent it and watch it, but neither of us have a DVD player.

I did meet my double cocksucking quota last week, my jaw was sore and I was soooo cum drunk. This week was a little slower, but I'm sure the weekend will be rockin'. I'm still in chastity and milking myself with a buttplug.

Bryn hasn't called this week, maybe she's given up on saving my soul. I didn't go shopping yet for my replacement wardrobe, I've just been wearing the same stuff and hand-washing everything. It kind of makes me feel femmy to do that.

The big news this week was about a dozen hispanics moved into 3 rooms at the motel, and had been making a huge ruckus, getting drunk every nite. A few got into a fight with each other and it involved knives, and it got bloody, so the cops came. So then they all got kicked out and then vice came by the next day and reviewed the guest book and checked all the rooms. They knocked on my door in the morning, I was sleeping naked because Bryn took all my stuff. So I threw on a pair of daisy dukes and a skimpy t-shirt to answer the door, but I didn't look girlie enough that they could really bust me. This saved my ass. The cops came in, questioned me, asked for i.d., and also asked which character on Gilligan's Island was I, Gilligan? Ginger? (Remember I had signed in as Gilligan S. Island.) They didn't throw me out, but told me they'd be keeping their eye on me. Jem wasn't around, luckily she was at the other motel. Jem said we needed to park ourselves at another motel, there would be too much heat on us at the current digs and that it sucked because her johns knew her room and so did a few of mine.

Jem asked around (meaning other working girls) and found a motel that had been closed for a while, was now under new ownership, cleaned up and cheap. And technically in a nicer spot, about a quarter mile away. Jem said the rates would be low to open the joint, then they'd go up. We put all our shit in my car and moved there. It doesn't look like a good spot for streetwalking, so I might have to stroll my old route.

Gutter Slut in Chastity!

Ms Sara

I think I'm getting too fat from all the greasy fast food I'm being forced to eat and booze I have to guzzle down. Too fat to be a good sissy ho! Ms Sara, can I have permission to eat healthier food, like the salads at the fast food places?

CBT3000 has been on for this past week as punishment for slacking on sucking cock. Now I'm such a horny sissy! Jem has the key I swear.

I sucked 13 cocks Monday thru Thursday, the weekend should be busier, I know I have to suck double my minimum.

Bryn did not return my sissy stuff, but I think I might be another size up now, everything is fitting me real tight. Bryn wanted to take me to dinner at a nice place on Wednesday nite and then go to Bible study class! I suspect "Bible study" was really supposed to be an intervention with people from her church. Anyway, I wanted to go to dinner, I was hungry for some real food, I figured I'd just sneak out of the restaurant and get a cab so I would miss the "Bible study". When Bryn showed up to get me, I had on one of my sissy outfits. She said "we have to get you into some regular clothes". I said "these are my regular clothes". She said "I mean men's clothes". I said "I don't have any men's clothes". Then Jem showed up "oh it's you again". I said "Bryn's taking me to dinner, maybe if you're nice, you can go too". Jem said "I'm not a charity case". Bryn asked Jem if she knew where she could get some men's clothes for me to wear to dinner. Jem said "well if I get a john, and he's the right size, we can steal his clothes!" I added "Bryn wants to take me to Bible study after dinner, but I'm thinking I need to get to work, I have to suck double the cocks this week". Bryn looked mildly shocked. Jem said "good cuz your ass is beyond saving, com'n let's go get some waffles and chicken, I'll treat you to dinner. Just had a john had to pay more to fuck my ass". That was enough for Bryn who left in a huff. Jem said "Seriously what the fuck is wrong with that woman. Maybe she needs to get fucked in the ass, loosen her up a bit".

So I ate a boatload of waffles and syrup and fried chicken and took home one of those styrofoam containers of leftovers which I ate later after I sucked 3 cocks. Bryn left a message on my cell phone that she wanted to take me out to dinner tonite (Friday) and that she had made arrangements to get some men's clothes (probably from someone at the church). But I didn't return her call.

My Response to the Gutter Slut!

I told him that he was not getting another pass on his cocksucking quota. If he didn't know how many he sucked, he couldn't make an assumption that it was enough to meet or beat the quota. So I doubled his quota for this week!

Gutter Slut's Report from the Gutter!

Ms Sara

I really was in the gutter Ms Sara, I don't know what happened. It's kind of a lost weekend, blur of cocks, sperm shots, cheap gin and Colt 45. I made $10 sucking cock on Friday nite, one of the first cocks I sucked while on the stroll, so I went to the package store and got a bottle of cheap gin (this stuff could take the paint off your car) and a 40 oz Colt. I went back and put the Colt in the bathroom sink in my motel room, a/k/a my ice bucket, and slipped the bottle of gin into my purse and went back out to suck more cock. I used the gin as mouthwash between sperm swallows, I started to get buzzed.

Then right in the middle of sucking a cock, I had to scram out of the bookstore as fast as my heels could take me, sirens blaring, I thought it was a bust, but it turned out to be the cops were coming to sort out a big fight in a bar near the ABS. This guy pulled over as I was leaving the ABS and said, hey need a ride? So I said sure. I was a little wobbly on my heels so I figured catching a ride would be better than looking like a trashed TV/CD with a bunch of patrol cars pulling up. As he was pulling away, I offered the guy a swig from my bottle but he said no, that wasn't his poison. He had some other stuff in his glove box, but I don't remember what it was!

All I know is, I woke up behind a building in the gutter, by a dumpster, I know, you can just insert your cum dumpster joke here.... But I have no idea what happened. I still had my purse with my cell phone, motel key, car keys, a bunch of gloryhole tokens jingling around, etc. My gin bottle was nearly empty. My pussy was sore!

But the worst part was not knowing where I was! I went into a panic, I walked out from behind the building to the street, and thanks be, I recognized it as the same street that the motel was on, so I headed home. There were 3 messages on my cell, one from Bryn, one from Jem and one I didn't recognize, either a wrong number or a john.

I'm still nursing my hangover as I write this, I don't think I can suck any more cocks this weekend, I feel nauseous! I'm not sure I made your minimum, but I would guess that I did! Please Ms Sara, can you give me a pass for this weekend. I know I've been asking for your mercy a lot lately, but you can tell I've descended further into the gutter, so I hope you are happy about that!

ASH SLAVE Update and Slavegirl Intro

Nicki is now getting receipts with every purchase Ash slave makes so that her lezzie slave can return everything she doesn't want! Unfortunately, everything Ash slave buys for her has been purchased with a credit card, so Nicki only gets in-store credit. Then Nicki orders her slavegirl to get something Nicki wants or something as a token to return later, for cash. What a pain! No wonder why Nicki has her slavegirl do most of the work.

As Nicki has said, you can't put bikinis in the bank. The bored Ash slave loves to shop for Nicki. He especially likes to get her scarves, which shows his age, because girls in their 20's or tipping over into their 30's rarely wear one. Nicki says she keeps the tennis dresses and jewelry. Ash slave can't keep track of everything he's added to Nickie's wardrobe, but he likes to see the sparkly baubles he bestowed his Mistress, adorning his Mistress. So, she hasn't been able to return any jewelry without arousing suspicion. Still, she's planning to take the jewelry to a We Buy Gold store and cash it in after Ash slave evaporates.

Who is the lez slavegirl, I know you all are wondering. She's a fellow student in Nicki's program, older than Nicki, mid 30's, overweight and unattractive. She was involved and living with another dyke; they split up and Susan, the slavegirl, was finding it hard to keep up with all the bills solo. Nicki offered up a chance to rent a few rooms at the Casa del Spanky estate, paying Nicki the rent haha, cooking and doing errands for Nicki and taking over a few private duty nursing shifts (Spanky's aged relative) so that Nicki can work more lucrative overniters at a hospital. Nicki's financial goal was to get thru school without coughing up a dime, and not only is this going to be realized, but also she will have surplus, the bitch!

Meanwhile, I drown under the weight of my school loans. Clearly, I chose the wrong career path as far as finances. Or I need more slaves!

Blog post coming soon: slave spanky!

Gutter Slut Easter Weekend Update!

Ms Sara

I wasn't a busy whore on Easter, but I was on Good Friday, go figure. I think a lot of guys were off from work on Friday, so daytime was super busy for cocksucking. I will be able to make my weekend quota, if you please please pretty please allow me to include all cocks from the holiday weekend. The motel was really hopping* too, hookers and johns renting rooms by the hour, so you would have thought the owner of the motel would be in a good mood? Wrong! *couldn't resist the pun!

The owner, an Indian guy, told me I had to start parking my car in front of the motel office, because no one is supposed to stay over 30 days in a room... vice or the regular police can check on this... so he made me sign into the register under a different name and I have to park my car by the office now. For this "preem" (translation: prime) parking spot, I am being charged an additional $50 per month. Oh I signed the register as Gilligan S Island. He called me Mr. Siss-land, and said good name!

"Holy Roller" Bryn called me on Good Friday and left a message that said she wanted to pick me up on Saturday afternoon, to be ready at 3pm. I think she thought she could save my soul on Easter weekend, so I made sure I was not there at 3pm, I was down at BK instead and ran into Jem's friend (hooker who works for same pimp) Nia. I told Nia that I hadn't seen Jem at the motel and she said she was having "lady problems" and was hanging out at the other motel. Jem told me when she has lady problems, she only gives blow jobs or does dom / sub roleplays. At least I don't have lady problems! I can't even imagine what it must be like...

Back to Bryn... remember she took a lot of my panties and lingerie to wash or she burned them. That really pisses me off because now I have to go out and spend money on new slut stuff. She did come by at 3pm according to the clerk, who told me my "sister" came by! After BK, I went cock gobbling and then I tried to beg the owner of the theater to let me back in and he told me "get lost fag". I picked up some Colt 45 and went back to my room, it was about 9. I figured I'd shower and get ready to go "on the stroll" and put the Colt 45 in cold water in the bathroom sink. Oh I forgot to say there was a note on my door with a religious pamphlet from Bryn, I didn't bother to read either, I just tossed them. I wanted to toss the Bible and addictions book she gave me too, but I felt bad about tossing a Bible. So I tossed the addictions book in the dumpster behind the motel and put the Bible in a drawer.

Gutter Slut Update!

The gutter slut has a friend, Bryn, from his past, who got religion and is trying to save him from his demons, namely Colt 45 and cock. She came to his motel room and there was a bit of bitchery between her and Jem the streetwalker who works out of one of the rooms at the same motel who has become possessive over the gutter slut.

Ms Sara

Bryn showed up when I was ready to go cock gobbling Friday afternoon. She was a little shocked by my bleached blonde hair, outfit and make-up, but she didn't relent on trying to get me to her car, which would mean she'd get me to her house, where who knows what she'd do, throw me in the shower, cut my hair, dye it back to brown and throw her pussy at me to try to save me from my gay ways.

Luckily, Jem showed up. Jem said, "Who are you?" Bryn came right back with, "And who are you?" The hooker told Bryn, "Are you working, we need to get outside, com'n we need to make some money honey. (She assumed Bryn was a hooker.) Com'n, the more the merrier, more cars will pull over." Bryn was speechless at first, but then stated, "I am not a whore, I am a friend of Will's. I am here to take him away from all of this". Then she looked around my disgusting motel room, filled with dirty clothes, crusty panties, fast food trash and empty Colt 45 and Mountain Dew bottles with fruit flies drowning in the backwash. Jem came back with, "That's what they all say when they just startin' out. Honey, I got a slinky top you can wear, my black pimp would love to get a hold of you and that fine white ass." That's when Bryn dug out a package from her handbag, placed it on the bed and exclaimed, "This is not real, this is not real!" Then she left without saying goodbye. Jem said, "Don't you want to see what the stuck-up bitch left for you?" I didn't really care, so I handed the package to Jem, who opened it and found a small Bible, another book about overcoming addictions and gift cards to some fast food places. Jem took the gift cards.

Friday afternoon turned into early Saturday morning. I went to the gloryhole. Sucked 13 cocks. Made $22. Stopped at a Carls Jr. and got some late nite food to take back to my room. When I got back to my room, it was spotless! The Bible and addictions book were on the bedside table. I walked over to the clerk's office at the motel to see what was up. I didn't think I got more than once a week maid service, which was basically, the maid handed me sheets and towels and I put my dirty sheets and towels right into her laundry cart, she wouldn't even touch them. The clerk said "my sister" wanted to clean my room, so he let her. Yeah, "my sister" Bryn. I noticed all my dirty clothes and panties were gone, did this mean that Bryn would be back with my clean laundry? or that she had absconded with my 'work' attire...

Slept all day Saturday. Ate a bucket of KFC and drank a 40oz Colt 45. Back to the gloryhole and got a cum bath from 6 different guys. I even licked gizz off the gloryhole wall. Went back to the motel to shower for Saturday nite action. Went into the theater and got gangbanged by a group of men. Theater owner told me I couldn't go back in there anymore, because I was giving him too much exposure. Didn't see Jem at all, but she keeps rooms at 2 different motels so she could have been working out of the other motel.

Everything you are telling me is working. My head feels hazy dazy and I'm beginning to crave cock more and more, I need cock and cum every minute of the day, except when I'm sleeping and then when I'm sleeping, I dream about cock.

...to be continued...

You Can't Put Bikinis in the Bank!

This was the smart remark Nicki dished out to Ash Slave who spends hours shopping for Nicki, when Nicki would rather have the 'cAsh'. I told her that he has a gifting streak and not to squelch it, he's bored, retired, nothing to do, but on the other hand, she should definitely steer him to gift her with more cash as well. She thinks that his spending money on 'stuff' is in conflict with his giving her more money. I told her that on Niteflirt, admirers will both cash tribute and buy things on wishlists, that it seems to be complementary, not working at cross-purposes. But when she mentally tallies up what he must spend on bikinis, sandals, jewelry, perfume, etc., she would rather have the two grand every week instead. Since I'm not in her new shoes literally, perhaps I would feel the same way, although I'd like wardrobe upgrades beyond fatfuck's sporadic shopping sprees and visits to the street marts with Nicole where we buy ummm possibly counterfeit designer goodies at low, low prices.

So far Ash Slave is up to $1,000 a week cash and probably double that on goodies. Nicki is heading toward the finish line at school, next she'll be doing rigorous rotations and won't have as much time to punish her slave's 'Ash'. Besides drunken slaves have expiration dates, as a Domme, you just don't know what that date is, and Nicki wants to take all she can, before his expiration date marks the end of a beautiful relationship.