Part 1: CoCo got CoCold
Part 2: Dungeons on Wheels?
Part 1: Nicole abandoned the idea of becoming CoCo after most of her BFF's, stripper-a-go-go friends and random peeps told her that becumming CoCo should be a no no. Besides, there was no way she could live up to the siliCoCone breast-o-sauruses and butt-zooka that CoCo Austin bought with Ice-T's stack of green cheese (cash).
Various suggestions were offered: Nicoley, CoColey and NiCoCo. Butt (haha, typo), in the end (pun) she decided to remain Nicole a.k.a Coley, a nickname she has had for many years and most likely for many more years to cum.
Part 2: Now as for Coley's slave update, slave idiot is in hiding, bawling over or jacking off to his Amex Card statement after taking Nicole out on the latest shopping and ballkicking spree. slave kweer has been obediently sucking dick, if his wife only knew he was a faggot cocksucking whore for Nicole, and paid Nicole for the privilege of sucking cock for her! slave kweer also has a tiny penis which Nicole advised he could only jerk off with tweezers. she also makes him suck the gear shift of his car, while he wanks to Nicole's verbal small penis humiliation. Nicole also threatens to sizzle his little penis with the cigarette lighter. Now that's some Automotive BDSM!
Actually, I have been planning but haven't gotten @ to composing a blog post or free BDSM story on either my main blog or Red Car? Small Penis! about Automotive Domination and BDSM. It seems that Nicole's slaves idiot and kweer and the slaves who call me are totally into doing nasty stuff in their cars or having nasty stuff done to them in their cars. BDSM dungeons on wheels!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Monday, October 04, 2010
The Return of the Moron a.k.a Humpty the Bobble-headed Moron
of course the moron has returned for more abuse from its owner, it could not stay away from the Empress as it was flitting around but found no equal on Niteflirt or elsewhere to humiliate and dissolve itself into complete bobble-headed mindlessness, nothingness....
Empress, I beg you to tell me what to think, what to feel, to fill my mind with whatever you want it to contain. And I know you are right, that I will reach new depths of depravity in my groveling, begging, and debasing of myself before you.
I've been and your creation of the mindless, tormented slave pig you want me to become. And I will become what you want me to become, as I have no power to do anything else. With the last words in this message, I can imagine your sadistic glee as you shout the words, laugh with menace, and brutally pull me by the hair to you as you roughly mash my face into you, front and back, smothering me, demanding that I service your holes, telling me that I should know all about holes, as that is what I am, a hole that you fill with precious filth that becomes my essence.
Although I'm nervous about my ability to do this, I somehow have to do it. I can't stop coming back for more, don't want to stop coming back for more. I can't believe I am so enslaved to you, that you have such power over me. You are defining me, filling, creating me, stuffing me, and I am becoming a disgusting gob of a drunk's vomit and a worthless pile of rotting garbage, with you sadistically enjoying your triumph, using me as you will, displaying me as a trophy, acknowledging your brilliance and power in taking a man and reducing him to a completely defeated idiot slavepig and performing puppet.
Teach me to take that great fall for you and take me ever more deeply down into the depths of your realm. I so desperately long for your words, to feel your mind at work as you show me how you've reduced me (although in certain ways elevated me) to your obedient, well-behaved slave.
I remain, your humble humpty the bobble-headed moron
of course the moron has returned for more abuse from its owner, it could not stay away from the Empress as it was flitting around but found no equal on Niteflirt or elsewhere to humiliate and dissolve itself into complete bobble-headed mindlessness, nothingness....
Empress, I beg you to tell me what to think, what to feel, to fill my mind with whatever you want it to contain. And I know you are right, that I will reach new depths of depravity in my groveling, begging, and debasing of myself before you.
I've been and your creation of the mindless, tormented slave pig you want me to become. And I will become what you want me to become, as I have no power to do anything else. With the last words in this message, I can imagine your sadistic glee as you shout the words, laugh with menace, and brutally pull me by the hair to you as you roughly mash my face into you, front and back, smothering me, demanding that I service your holes, telling me that I should know all about holes, as that is what I am, a hole that you fill with precious filth that becomes my essence.
Although I'm nervous about my ability to do this, I somehow have to do it. I can't stop coming back for more, don't want to stop coming back for more. I can't believe I am so enslaved to you, that you have such power over me. You are defining me, filling, creating me, stuffing me, and I am becoming a disgusting gob of a drunk's vomit and a worthless pile of rotting garbage, with you sadistically enjoying your triumph, using me as you will, displaying me as a trophy, acknowledging your brilliance and power in taking a man and reducing him to a completely defeated idiot slavepig and performing puppet.
Teach me to take that great fall for you and take me ever more deeply down into the depths of your realm. I so desperately long for your words, to feel your mind at work as you show me how you've reduced me (although in certain ways elevated me) to your obedient, well-behaved slave.
I remain, your humble humpty the bobble-headed moron
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