SHARK SIGHTING


Slave 'hopefuls' solicit themselves via email, begging to serve. Some even include photos, as you've seen posted on my blog. Those who value discretion, crop or blur out their faces. I nominate the above photo as the most unique photo cropping, I actually laughed, but no, he's not rich or kinky enough for me to add to my 'harem'.

March Biggest Loser of the Month: Brian le Boob


Dear Sara

I hope you will make me the loser of the month. I haven't had a girlfriend in 5 years. The last girlfriend I had convinced me to pay for her plastic surgery. Idiot (me) paid for her to get a 'boob job'. As soon as she got that, she broke up with me. She only had sex with me twice and also made me take her shopping, that was basically how we 'dated'. We went shopping, I bought her things, then we went out to dinner. Then she would get some cash out of me, so she could go out with her 'friends'. And she took things out of my house, if she liked something: a framed print, an espresso machine, an oriental rug, those things and more all went to her apartment. Then this pretty married woman at work, she was going through a divorce, I lent her money to help her out, thousands over 6 months. She left the company, and moved out of the area after the divorce was finalized. I thought we would start dating as soon as she divorced, at least that's what she led me to believe. I'm so pathetic, a real idiot. Please punish me by making me the loser of the month I beg of you.

Brian

Consider it done! Sara

Antonio a no-go

I had a brief thing for Antonio, a big black bull bouncer at Nicole's club. He danced at my birthday party and I licked frosting off of his huge cock. I fantasized about adding him to my 'rotation' and we exchanged some nasty txt msgs. But he lives over an hour away without traffic and 99% of his pussy is closer to his crib. Plus he hooks up from the club. And last but not least, Nicole calls him a pig. If Nicole calls someone a pig, then he's a real pig. Nicole's pig measuring stick has more porkish tolerance. Nicole says fuck'm there's more BBC in the sea. We need to book a deep sea fishing trip.

IKEA has nothing to worry about...


Dear Sara

I am from Scandinavia, but live in New York City now and I import items from Scandivania to American stores, many clogs, beautiful sweaters. I would like to send you anything you want. Tell me your sizes. You are so beautiful. You would look so sexy in one of my sweaters.

Pelle


Dear Pelle Poodleboy

First of all, I live in Florida, it's tropical down here. I own one sweater, it's beige silk and not too hot, and I've only worn it on trips out of Florida or if it's chilly up in Central or Northern Florida when I visit friends or family. And I don't do clogs. So if you want a doll to dress up, look elsewhere. If you want to buy me some things to wear appropriate to where I live, send me a gift cert online.

Sara

Queereye

Queereye and I were having a dining experience this past Sunday which he cut short to get home to watch the Oscars. What a fag! Or as my friend remarked, must not have TIVO. But I think he really wanted to rush home to see all the actresses in their oh-so-pretty designer gowns. I'm sure that made his peenie quite excited!
And he denies he's gay! How can he when he looks like this!

toad

Everyone wants to know, what is up with the toad? He has been flaky lately. He doesn't want to stay locked up, which has been my primary modicum (haha) of control over the little runt. I have been using my spy, Senora, our shared cleaning lady, to suss out what has been going on at the toad abode. Senora reports that toad has been dating!!! Without my permission. Someone from work apparently. And not a dude! But a woman who looks like a dude. So he is still gay, I can breathe a sigh of relief. But bottom line is he just hasn't been a good toad lately, the $$$ tributes have been drying up. All slaves burn out eventually, it's been a year, a wild year for the toad. I lifted him out of loser obscurity and gave him a purpose in life, to worship me. I paid attention to his little weenis. I certified him as gay. I made family appearances, much to my displeasure, but hey they were paid gigs. Sometimes toad has been known to redeem himself at the last minute, sensing that I am pissed off and about ready to dismiss him. But I am tired of this hot / cold game with him, it makes me feel like he is topping from the bottom. I need to replace him.

I have a few prospects, including Hairball and Queereye, as possible replacements for my fading toad....

Hairball lives in St. Pete and is old enough to be my grandfather. He insists he just wants a pretty girl to take out to dinner when he makes his twice monthly jaunts to Miami to see a relative. And he wants to lick the kitty. But kitty-licking has to be earned. He claims he is not enslavable. He has not desire to submit. He complains he is tired of the golddiggers and sugar babies who have been trying to scheme him out of his money. Hmmmm what am I then?

Queereye is a fag-in-denial. He thinks he's straight, but any man who says to me that he is a stylish dresser and has a passion for interior decor, well, that dude's a FAG! I need to own him. I picture him naked with a dog collar crawling around at my feet. He won't even be permitted to talk, that would be too annoying. He would just have to whimper and beg. I will throw him those little doggie treats when he's been a good boy. You better believe he will have to eat them! {My sister and I used to make our step-brother Alex eat dog treats, so it would be fun to revisit one of my earliest humiliations.}

Divine Goddess,

I am an italian man who lives near Milan,
a free professional with his own business.
I live in my home alone, without relations.
I am 43 yo, 185 cm tall, 70 kg weight
I am a Female-Ass slave. I love to like ass
and live under your ass, better to You have hair there.
I dream to be your slave, I can travel to You
if You need my tongue services, or,
better, I can hospite You here in Italy
(all the time You want and need), and if You want
to visit this wonderful country, I can be your slave and
to You my Princess.
Your Ass-slave Andrea

Being half-Italian, I would love to go to Italy and see where my ancestors lived, and Ass-slave Andrea should pay for it! But ewwwww, one look at Ass-slave and his uncircumcised aardvark....My Milano travel plans are shelved....

Huh?

I want to date mistress some one that is a member or true dating servoces a women wants to talk or mail me &i can,t reply unless i give info to join &i will not do that &yes i know that it could be a skam &that she doesn,t excist only a ploy to joirn a pron site that is why ia,m asking for someone to be a go between so i can give her my email add. pls help me mistress sincerly fred

Well I'll post it on my blog fred. If any women want to talk to you or mail you and don't require anything from you or proof of a rabies vaccine, they can let me know!

My Funny Valentines

fatfuck

I saw fatfuck for a session on Wednesday. I had texted him before the session that I had a Valentine's surprise for him, and he better have one for me! I wore my sexy, slutty red fishnets, thong, bustiere outfit that some of you may have seen in my picture pack.... At the session I fucked my pussy with my red jelly double dong and made him suck the other cock head. I thought he was going to pass out. Sound the alarm!

I collected an additional $300 for Valentine's altho I told him I was disappointed he didn't have a gift for me and bemoaned I don't feel special to him anymore. He begged and pleaded for forgiveness, that he has been so busy pricking faces and g-spots and so many of his clients request him and only him, not any of his 'associates'. I told him at our next session, he better show his appreciation for his Mistress, we shall see.

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No Valentine-y Action from Waygay

I am pissed at Waygay. He told me he probably won't need me to faux again till June for his birthday, and then again in August for Granny's. I told him I can't wait that long and that he needs to put me on a monthly retainer if he wants me to be available in the future. He was taken aback, but said he would work on it. This either means he was blowing me off, or he will beat up some of his old queen slaves for the $$$. Again, we shall see.

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My Valentine's Dinner with X




STOP asking me to reveal X's identity. I've been sworn to secrecy and I won't break my oath. Besides, he's not famous to look at, well maybe some of you might recognize him, altho he's more famous for what he does. OK that's enough clues. X took me to dinner for Valentine's. And give me Godiva chocolates. Since X is diabetic, he can live vicariously. He'd probably get off watching me eat chocolates. But since I'm anorexic, the box of chocolates might as well be litter box turdettes. I'm going to drop off the box at Nicole's strip joint dressing room and see Antonio the big bouncer who fucked my birthday cake. I'm in the mood to suck cock.

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Jesse

A few of you have asked about Jesse, my former most favorite fucktoy. Well, he is seeing someone, how dare he!?! And he is reserving his cock for that one lucky pussy. I never knew him to show such restraint, he's 'dated' girls before, but still fucked me, now I don't know what's going on. And he won't return my calls.

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Fucktoys

So I only have Timmer (Tim, Timoteo, the Timp, Timbo, Tim-fuk-u) who if he's not too drunk, has a huge whiteboy dick and can last a lonnnngggg time, and Arion, my Lenny Kravitz look-alike. But Arion has a huge rotation (meaning alot of girls who want his dick and he wants to service them all), so I don't get to see him as much as I would like. I just totally get into the way he treats me in bed, you know, like a slut. I want to add Antonio to my own rotation. And maybe one more guy. It's time to go hunting for cock at the clubs. Nicole is in a cock hunting mood too. She's been fucking too much for $$ she says haha, she wants to fuck for fuck's sake!!!

X

I have a repeat dinner date who has asked me not to give away his identity on my blog. If I revealed, he would be a known entity to 100% of my bloggies, so I shall call him 'X'. X pays me to dine with him once a week or so. He's not submissive, so I can't domme him, he has no fetish or freaky fantasy I can indulge, so I can't use him. He does love my stories about my 'pussybois', especially, 'the little toad'. It's hard to believe someone just enjoys spending time with me. Sex? No. X weighs as much as fatfuck, altho X is tall. And X is older, has health problems, diabetes being one of them. I asked X if he was the Mystery Spanker at my party and he said no, he wishes!

gift 'baring'

I told waygay he needs to milk my birthday and Valentine's Day for all its' worth in the ongoing saga of making his family believe he's not gay. So before I go to my Mom's for le grande birthday dinner: 1. He is meeting me to give me my gifties 2. We'll stop by Granny waygay's house in Boca, so he can show her what he got me 3. We'll act like we're in a rush to get to my Mom's for my b-day dinner (also in Boca) 3. He's not really coming for dinner, it's a ruse to make Granny waygay think our relationship is semi-serious.

As for the gifties, he got me diamond earrings for Xmas, my demand, don't shitstain your panties, they were quarter carats, nothing too 'spectac'. He wanted to know what he should get me for my birthday, he obviously has no clue when it comes to girls, what they 'really, really want'. He suggested perfume. I'm not big into perfume, but I sometimes spray a scent into the air, then flip my hair into, I call this technique 'misting'. Or I spray it on the nape of my neck, it seems to drive men wild. Let's see what gay or yay perfume he buys me as I gave him no hints. As long as it isn't Britney's parfum, eau de barf.

But perfume isn't enough. I told him I need a new cell phone, I've dropped my Finnish piece of shit Nokia a million times, and it's on the fritz. I also told him to get something slutty from VS. I'll blush (I easily blush) at Granny's and say I can't show off that gift, 'it's too racy', but Granny will get the idea, hehe. Or she may even ask to see it.....maybe it will give Granny a little tingle....naughty naughty

fatfuck forgot my birthday! or the price of bush

Yesterday, I punished fatfuck in the hotel room. This time he wanted me to be extra cruel, so I dialed it up. I smacked his face harder, kicked his gnarly gnuts and shriveled prune with evil glee, walked on him like a rug, while wearing my black stockings and heels. He groveled and begged me to grow a bush so I could rub it against his face, but I told him this would be extremely expensive as I think bushes are ewwwww. Thousands I told him, the price of bush is thousands for my disgust and mental anguish. I told him it would ruin my social life as I couldn't bear to go to the beach with a bush under my bikini bottom or what if I got into a car accident and had to go the ER and I had a bush! Yuck, everyone would think I was from some country where girls don't shave. Too embarrassing. None of my girlfriends have bushes either, so I can't even bring in a hired stand-in bush.

Faggyboy Adam showed up at his appointed hour and got his dick sucked then left in a whirl, my guess.... to buy some 420 and zone out for the next 24. I then asked fatfucker what he got me for my birthday and he had forgotten all about it. I deliberately didn't remind him, because I knew I would get more $ from the fatass fuck if I made him feel completely and utterly guilty over forgetting his precious Mistress' birthday. "Oh my God, Oh my God, I can't believe I forgot, I'm such a worthless kike, please punish me Mistress, please make me feel even more pain." Of course I obliged.

waygay's story Part II

waygay split for LA. His personal training job at a gym in WeHo (West Hollywood), LA's gay-land, was a way for him to hook up and hustle. He met an older, washed up rockstar, who hired him as his personal trainer and assistant, but it was a bogus job to cover up the rockstar keeping him as his gayboy playtoy. Waygay won't tell me who the rockstar is, but he told me the dude was a mess, and was always on the verge of OD'ing to get attention, or acting like an old bitch, crying 'you don't love me' 'I know you fucking cheat on me'. There were plenty of break-ups and make-ups, but one day there was a huge fight, Waygay was fed up and bounced to Seattle to ply his trade there.

He hadn't been in Seattle long when an investigative firm hired by his grandfather found him. His grandfather was ill, dying, and wanted to see the family heal and reconcile. Since the gay shocker, his mother had been in psychotherapy, guilt trip, 1st class. His father would not even acknowledge his existence, nor mention his name. To pacify the grandfather, everyone gritted thru his final days, and made it look like the family had been put back together. Waygay claimed he was no longer gay, and told everyone that his gay foray had been due to his extreme partying. His family believed him.

He received $ from his grandfather to finish school; the estate provides a small monthly stipend. But he still works as a personal trainer and hustles for $$$.

Waygay pays me to make his family believe his lie. I do it extremely well. I should have been an actress, not a model....

waygay's story

Just before Xmas time, I decided to run an ad on CL to offer my services to closet fags, losers and lonelyhearts as a 'faux girlfriend'. Rent-a-girlfriend for holiday events, but NO SEX. Just CASH. You see, I had a goal to come up with a fat down payment for my new car, well, a 'new' used car, something more reliable than my Flintstones 'feets' mobile. I did pretty well with my Rent-a-Girlfriend biz, and plopped $5K down on my cute lil Honda. Some of my renters: Grandpa Viagra, 59 years old, whose wife had left him only 3 years prior after over 30 years of marriage. There was CompanyFagInc who had rented a stripper to do a corporate charity event, but she had worn an outfit a little too risque for the corporate types and it raised too many eyebrows, so he wanted a girl with a more conservative look for his company holiday bash. Believe it or not, I actually had to tame myself down for the gayboy's party. There were a few more one-off holiday events, and last but not least, there was waygay. Waygay had been lying to his family for months that he had a girlfriend, but had no one to produce for family holidays.

Waygay comes from a family where gayness is worse than leprosy. He's the only son of an only son and is definitely expected to go ye forth and procreate. Waygay knew he was gay in junior high, but fought the gay all the way thru high school by dating hotties to throw off his family. But then when he went to college, he couldn't hold in the gay anymore and began the life of cruising and hustling. Not that he needed the $ as his family was paying his way thru school, plus spending $, but he had the craving. He was young and hot and wanted to be paid for access to his holes. But then waygay got a little greedy.

He moved in with a gay dude who was his main fuck, but told everyone he was going to be renting an apartment, because the dorms were too crazy. Sure. Daddy began cutting checks to the landlord for rent (the scam was the rent checks were going to his fuck friend for more than the fuck friend paid for rent to the real landlord) and Daddy covered all the utilities, food plus fun money. Then he and his fuck friend were in a car accident, and it got ugly, drugs and poppers found in the wreck. So his family knew about his partying, but his family found out an even big shocker when Mommy went down to his apartment while he was in the hospital. There was only one bedroom, and it was obvious they were sleeping to-gay-ther. Waygay was immediately cut off from family funds and he quit school and took off for Cali. (to be continued....)

The Slave Trade

People dip into my blog at a certain point, craving backstory on my RT slaves: fatfuck and toad. Pssst I also have my gay boytoy waygay.


fatfuck faq

Who is fatfuck and how long has he been serving me?

ff is a plastic surgeon who I see about 2x per month for hotel punishment sessions. He's as fat as a walrus, hairy and fugly. But he's been a loyal, long term slave (almost 2 years).

What do you do to fatfuck?

ff loves humiliation or as he coined the term: jew-miliation. He taught me Yiddish words to use when I punish him for extra-added punch. Example: "fagele" well it doesn't really need to be translated does it?

He also likes to be smacked, spit on, spanked, kicked in the nuts, trampled, ignored while I walk on him, meaning walk on him as if he's a worthless rug. He likes to drink pee, lick my pussy while I'm peeing, sniff and lick my ass, kiss my feet, suck on my high heels.

Do you make him do anything gay?

I also got him into sucking cock, and he regularly gobbles an 8" fatboy. He will also suck my strap-on, but to be honest, I'd rather see him sucking dick.

Do you and Nicki or another girl punish fatfuck together?

Yes! It's double the trouble, double the pain.

Does fatfuck take you shopping?

He really doesn't have the time, so he let's me do the shopping at a few stores near one of his offices, and waddles over with his credit card and pays. He likes to see me in different stockings and heels, this is fatfuck's visual fetish. Sometimes he even likes to see me in old fashioned pantyhose, apparently he likes vintage pantyhose. You can guess why.

What does fatfuck pay you?

Well that info is private, but let's just say, when I guess-timated what I got from the walrus last year, it was about $15,000 cash baby cash. Plus shopping sprees, plus a freebie g-shot (pussy g-spot injection worth about $1,200). Yes, fatfuck got to stare deep in my pussy, a pussy he will never ever fuck.