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.

Waygay, My New Gay Boi-friend

Pays me to be his 'beard'. Inotherfagwords, he pays me to fend off the gay, so his family, especially Granny Gotrock$, thinks he's as straight as a pin. This requires incredible acting skills on my part and mouthwash, for when I have to schmutz him in front of relatives, god knows where that mouth has been.


Granny Gotrock$ has a 2 million dollar crib in Boca willed to Waygay only if he's no longer gay and behaves like a good str8 boy should, you see, his family thinks his gayness was only a brief phase that he passed thru, like adolescence! So he produced me @ the holidays as his girlfriend. I counted the cash. If Hollywood bitches can deflect gay glare from actor fehgs, so can I. I just need to get Waygay to sign a contract where I'll get a cut of the inheritance for my continuing girlfriendliness!

Slightly Surpassing Stinkbob?

Miss Sara

When I come to Miami I would love to take you for manicures and pedicures just let me know.

slave kris
Dear slave kris

I 'just' reviewed how much you have spent on me in the 2 years you've been calling me and your pathetic ass has only spent $179.14 including live calls, recorded calls, and blog entry fee. I don't humor piss-poor wannabe 'slaves'. You're only one level about Stinkbob. $7 a month doesn't even feed my Diet Pepsi habit. Put your money where your mouth is and start paying for my manicures and pedicures via Niteflirt paidmail. But somehow I doubt you can even swing for that.

Sara

G-Shot

Nicki is coming down for a few days of mischief and mayhem after Xmas. We are planning to double-Domme fatfuck. That is, if he can withstand it, it might be more than he can take. Nicki also wants to get her g-spot re-injected with Restylane, an XXXmas gift from scrooge fatfuck who will sweat while he gazes deep into the pussy he is not worthy to fuck. I'm going to wait till I graduate to get mine re-injected. A plumped up g-spot will put me into a perpetual state of horniness and steer me off course from my priorities. My priorities for the next 5 months is to get my thesis done, finish my clinical commitment hours and complete my graduate program. Then I shall fuck fuck and fuck.

Iceberg Alert

'Iceberg' is the new term for misleading photos on Myspace, Facebook, dating sites, ad nauseum, where the person posts pics of their face or a crop shot from the chest up. Only 10% of an iceberg is floating above water, we can't see the hulking mass below. And so the term arose from the hulking mass below the face shot, crop shot coming into view.

I experienced a sinking of the Titanic yesterday when I met a potential slave for coffee and an interview. Not that it matters to me if a slave is fat, as many of you know of my slave fatfuck, I'm only interested if the wallet's fat! But Terry is a wannabe, a playa, who wants a hot dominant girl on his arm for partying and pegging. Reminds me of my relationship with Charlie, who went to neverneverland (rehab) and I never heard from nor saw him again.

So I told Terry he would need to buy me out of my niteclub job if he wants me to bone him on the weekend and that I would want a month retainer, plus money for every Fri and Sat nite we go out. Of course he didn't like those terms, he wanted something more casual, like if I call you and want to go out this Fri, I'll pay you this.... He must have other girls in rotation? or....it's a $ issue, he's only 28 and I don't think he's making the level of $ to be able to dispose of the level of $ I'm looking for. I told him the only way I would be available on a Fri or Sat nite is if I'm not working and that he has to buy me out of that job. We went round and round. It ended in a stand-off. He's ready to be strap-on fucked, but he's not ready to financially fucked. Plus he was only driving the entry level Porsche.

Unscrooged

Fatfuck has agreed to pay for a shopping spree pour moi. Slut wear and heels coming up! Fatfuck will be released by the shrew just in time for my FINALS. So I will have to find a way to squeeze fatfuck into my exam schedule. I need all the slave money I can get my claws on to replace my beater car.

Ember has arranged for me to rendez-vous with a car salesman to give me tips galore on 'pre-owned' car shopping and what scams or tricks to watch out for. Ember's Dad owns a dealership here in SoFlo, but I can't afford the cars (even the 'pre-owned') Ember's Dad moves. Someday.... So in the meantime, Vince will be schooling me on Used Car Buying 101. Vince can't believe I am making him pay me $100 to meet me for coffee, when I should be paying him! Ha! He says: I want to get your game. I want to get your game down. That's a good game. You are playing me.

Ember selected Vince from the car salesmen harem as a possibility for enslavement. We shall see if Ember's instincts were 'right on'.

Scrooged

Hanukah means I don't see fatfuck for at least 8 days. While the Menorah burns, his shrew (wifey) has him by the short hairs. But I think a shopping excursion is in order, and scrooge fatfuck shall pay!

Flipflopper

hello Your Highness, i was wondering if i may offer you my services as a footslave/ shoe cleaner? im very well trained at sucking and licking worn shoes until they look like brand new... i do not seek to have any sexual interactions, but to serve as a shoe cleaning slave or service slave ... my last domes trained me as to being very good in making their flipflops and sandals look like they were never worn... and if you wish i can clean your shoes on cam for you as well - but my point is ill work my hardest to have them spotless, sucking on each toe print for hours if need be :) i would be willing to pay for all mailing expenses Ma'm but i cant afford anything more than that but please let my tongue work for you.

Note the misspelling of Dommes, or maybe he did mean Domes. Maybe in an alternative dimension, Domes did train him to lick flipflops. But my question is, who is the footlicker in the photo, nerd boy or his friend, the Yeti?

Best of 2007 -- The Best Blog Posts from Both of my Blogs

Email me your nominations in the following categories:

1. Best Confession

2. Biggest Loser of the Month Award

3. Worst Offer I've Refused

4. Best Spum Recipe

The Best of the Best or the Best of the Worst will be announced by the end of the year!

To hannahsslave....

Peg-ass-us Update

The Sobe Manslut chickened out bawk bawk bawk bawk. Not only did he chicken out, he emailed me and said he had moved out of the area! My strap on chased him out of town, hahahaha. What a wimp.