Bye Bye Lexus Part 2!!

Read Bye Bye Lexus Part 1 for the context of what's going on with the slave Bra Bandit!

Sara, I got so fucking frustrated when I read Judith's response to your text asking about Judith's bra size and her cup size. That teasing cunt said that her bra/cup size is "privileged information"?! OMFG I need to know exactly how big those sweater puppies of hers are so badly! Since Judith said that it is "privileged information", they most probably are Huge, Soft, and Wobbly. I also hate that that cunt Judith said that her bras are "not for men" when you asked if she would sell me one of her unwashed bras ... what a fucking Man-Hating Bitch!

But I am glad that Judith knows that I am a horny idiot who thinks with his widdle-bitty dick and that she wants to help fuck me over for my Lexus. If I lived in the Miami area, and you, Nicole and Judith got me Drunk enough, Horny enough, and Stupid enough, I would sign a contract trading my Lexus for Judith's unwashed bra and a huge jar of vaseline.

Judith is an unfair Cunt but her bitch responses made my dick stick straight up and forced me to spend the last two days relentlessly rubbing myself raw while thinking about Judith's bra and what an unfair bitch Judith is.

I also cound not stop thinking about how you told me that if I was married and getting a divorce, and Judith was my wife's divorce lawyer, Judith would call me up telling me exactly how I'm going to be taken to the cleaners financially, with her vibrator Buzzing Loudly through the phone.

Sara, would you please, please tell Judith for me that I think she is an Unfair Cunt for not telling me her Bra/Cup size? And would you please try to find out her bra size on your own by peeking through her laundry/drawers (or better yet, just steal one of Judith's unwashed bras and then sell it to me).

Sara, you Nicole and Judith are such manipulative teasing bitches ... I sprayed so much thick globs of spunk reading Judith's words that I ruined a keyboard by gluing some of the keys permanently stuck. Please tell Judith that she is an unfair Cunt and please try to steal a bra for me to purchase. Gawd, I wish I lived nearby so that I could get really, really drunk and get totally fucked over by you, Nicole and Judith just like that guy who lost his Corvette for $1!

Bye Bye Lexus!!!

One of my Niteflirt weak willed wimps is back. Guzzling Two Gingers like it's Ginger Ale and on the edge of financial ruination. This laundromat bra bandit a/k/a slave Bra Bandit is such a chronic stroker that he has a jerk off room in his house which features a recliner with a wide screen tv for porn viewing, boxes to stash all of the bras he's stolen and huge industrial sized jars of vaseline that he fucks or uses gob fulls to jack with. He also admits that like slave Idiot, he yanks off to his Visa bill every month with the innumerable strip club and Niteflirt charges. He lives in titillation and trepidation that Nicole and I are going to take some of his financial burden away. Specifically, his house, his car and his 401K. I told him, let's go for the car first. Judith, one of my sister's friends, is a lesbian divorce lawyer, and only represents wives in divorce proceedings. She gets super excited about relieving weak men of their money or assets. Judith is on the alert to write whatever contract we need to take this luxury ride away from the petroleum jelly jerker.

Here is a summary of my text messages with Judith earlier today:

Judith was in Napa Valley w/ her gf winetasting & they had been in San Francisco for New Year's

Me: Jude this is a weird question but what is your bra size incl cup

Judith: That is privileged information

Me: Would you sell one of her bras? How much?

Judith: Ok this has to be for one of your losers

{Pause}

Judith: My bras are not for men!

Me: Hahaha

{Pause}

Me: He would sell his Lexus for one of your bras and a jar of vaseline

Judith: SOLD!

Me: This is Nicole's and my loser. He sold the Mustang and now has a Lexus

Judith: We must get this car from the stupid fuck!

Victoria's True Secret

Nicole's slave Idiot was forced by Nicole to take out a VS credit card in her name. And he gets the bill. Nicole shops at VS on a whim. She'll text me to see if I need any bras, panties or whatever at Vicki's - our name for Victoria's Secret. Of course, a girl can never have enough bras, panties, lingerie, makeup, etc. Nicole even had to buy a lingerie dresser separate from her other mirror topped dresser to stuff all the panties and bras she's been Vicki's credit card raping slave Idiot for. And when I say Nicole bought it, she made slave Idiot pay for that too. Just like she made him pay for her new sofa a while back. The true secret, however, is what happens when slave Idiot gets the Vicki's credit card bill every month. Up periscope! He confessed to Nicole that he can't wait to tear open the bill, masturbate when he sees all the charges on the bill and then gunk up the bill with his goo. His shame is his excitement and his excitement is his shame. Down periscope.

Work vs Play

Many of my devotees have asked for a blog update on what kinky activities my girlfriends and I have been up to. Well, there wasn't enough kinkiness around XXXmas. I could make up something spectacular just for the sake of my blog, but that would be too much effort. The truth is, I was busy with family holiday activities and spending time with friends. And my slave Scuba Do was also busy over the holidays visiting family in the D.R. and in the U.S. Before he left, he bestowed me with a small stack of Gift Cards for Christmas. He felt he should give me gifts for Christmas instead of cash which he associates with playtime. So, now I have Whole Foods, iTunes, Sephora, Williams Sonoma, Starbucks and other gift cards to have fun with. It was a nice haul. A few weeks ago, I met up with Fatfuck before Hanukkah for a quick lunch. Après lunch, we went to the Coach store where he bought a bag for the Mrs and bought me a new wallet. This visit to the Coach store has been a tradition for a few years. Fatfuck has the worst taste in bags. Without me, he'd make a disastrous purchase and risk his wife's disdain. As far as payment for my personal shopping services, I told him that he needed to put something in the new wallet and he slipped a few large bills in the billfold for me.

Nicole received some nice gifties from her slaveboys. One gift was that her condo got painted by the painting company owned by her slave Van Go Go. Her. Entire. Two Bedroom. Condo. Painted free. Worth thousands. She also got some nice gifties from slave Idiot and from a new slave she snared a few months ago called Sissy BitchTits. I will have to write about this sissy in another blog post.

Back to me. There is some very good news about slave Nuts. I texted him Happy New Year before heading out for too much cheap champagne and dance floor revelry. Perhaps the timing was just right. He texted me back Happy New Year, but also added that we should get together soon. I hope this means that he got rid of his suspicious and snoopy girlfriend or that he needs to pursue his kinks regardless of how suspicious his gf might be about his pursuits outside their relationship. I texted him back that I might have some time this weekend if he wanted to get together. Waiting to hear back on that. Hopefully, he is craving an over the top ballkicking and strap on gobbling session.

Last week a Niteflirt slave told me that he has been seeing a few prodommes in his area for about $200 an hour for BDSM and wonders how I'm able to get more out of my slaves. I asked him how much he would pay a hot girl for a private session, instead of paying a dominatrix in a dungeon. He had to pause and think about that. What I have found in my time of slave trading is that men are willing to pay more to be indulged by a kinky, dominant girl versus a commercial prodomme. Realistically, however, Scuba pays about $200 per play session, sometimes more, but never less, so the parity is not off for about an hour or so of playtime where I meet him. He is not an overly demanding or needy slave even though there is additional time I spend texting him between sessions. To me it's fun to fuck with him in text messages. Most prodommes don't allow for personal contact. My spendiest former slave, Fatfuck, I no longer see as a session slave. His health is too precarious. But Fatfuck is wealthy, so for him, to drop $500 or $700 plus a tip for a few hours in a hotel room to have his fetishes indulged was never a big deal. He was a lot of fun to play with and it never felt like work even though I ultimately left the hotel room with a nice amount of cash. The major difference is a prodomme works. I play. I also pointed this out to my Niteflirt slave. And told him that men like when they feel that being dominated isn't work, but play, and are willing to pay for the conceptual difference. By the end of the call, he capitulated.