XXXmas Update!
fatfuck
Everyone has been asking what's going on with all of our slaves, especially re: XXXmas. Since Chanukah is over, ff can get back on his schedule in serving me! He has promised to make up for his nearly 2 week absence due to family and other holiday responsibilities. And let me tell you how he's going to make it up to me! With $$$$. That fat fucker. He better take me shopping or hand over the cash. And he will be sucking Adam's big fat cock too. Yes, the only sex fatfuck has now is cocksucking. He hasn't had sex with Mrs. fatfuck in years.
nuts
Nuts better go nuts over me for XXXmas or his chestnuts will be roasted over an open fire. I have a ballkicking and CBT date set up for this Wednesday afternoon. But shopping cums first, because he's too debilitated after our intense sessions to do anything but curl up and cry. What shall I make him buy me? Why more high heels to impale him with of course!
slave idiot
Nicole's slave idiot is truly pathetic. Nicole made him get her a new sofa for her condo because her dumb cat Bubbles scratched her old one. The new sofa was really expensive. She was worried he'd cancel the charge before it got delivered, but it showed up haha. But what thanks did idiot get for buying Nicole a sexy sofa for her to get fucked on by real men? Well he had to lick the tires of his car, I'm not talking the wheels or the sides, I'm talking the treads! Then she got in his car with him and made him do his usually "sock pussy" where he jerks off into a dirty sock. And he gets to sniff her "pussy" which means she cleans out her hairbrush and he gets to sniff her natural blonde hair. Of course he pays for all of this "pussy" action. I'm sure this is the closest to real pussy slave idiot has gotten in years.
Also, Nicole dropped her precious iphone in the toilet. Do they have an app for an iphone to float or tread water? Idiot had originally bought her iphone and she was going to make him buy her another. Luckily for idiot, he had put some kind of insurance plan on her phone because he must have had slave ESP that Nicole would eventually drop it and ruin it. Slave idiot probably saved a few hundred bucks. I imagine it was cheaper to insure than buy her a new one. So she got her replacement iphone courtesy of idiot too. She promised to call idiot when she's getting fucked on her new sofa so he can hear the hot fucking and be totally cuckolded. What a cuckold loser! But a cuckold loser with money!
slave kweer
Nicole's slave kweer has disappeared. oh well, they cum and they go, right?
ash slave
Nicki's slave (not to be confused with Nicole) ash slave is totally comatose 99% of the time. The guy is a raging alkie and probably starts his morning with vodka in fresh-squeezed orange juice or rather orange juice in his vodka. He is almost twice Nicki's age and loves Nicki and calls her his "Goddess". And he does spoil his Goddess too by shopping for her every week. The stupid slave has a lame scarf fetish. Too bad he doesn't have a more useful fetish like high heels or something Nicki could really use. I told her she better not be giving me a useless scarf for XXXmas even though he buys super expensive ones. Well if the scarf came with a receipt, I'd return it and get something I wanted, so maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea....
Ember's Loser Dating Service
Ember is making more $ now than she did when she had a job. She looks for the biggest losers on dating sites and offers to date them, for a price. Of course she looks for spendy ones. And they don't mind spending money on a date, it's like all factored in, right(?) to pay for a girl to even show up, a pretty girl, one who will listen to their pathetic life story and pretend to care. Ember still has Loser Lee on the hook, and a few more losers who keep her busy with dinner and movie dates and now XXXmas shopping dates! Ember says they love to see her trying on stuff and picking out stuff, it probably makes them pop a little boner to be seen in public with a (potentially) real girlfriend! Damn that Ember, she stole my Faux Dating Service and turned it into a Loser Dating Service and is raking in the dough-dough.
So now I think I have everyone caught up on all of our slaves and losers. Tis the season to be naughty or spendy!
Showing posts with label Nicki. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nicki. Show all posts
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Lesbian at the Sperm Bank?
Yes, it's true, Nicki's slave Susan used to work at a sperm bank. She told me that lesbians were frequent patrons, buying baby batter. Her job at the sperm bank went away due to the economy, the demand for sperm was down, mom-to-be's were postponing their visits from the stork. So Susan went back to pulling hospital shifts.
She also said that the sperm bank had a porn budget! To buy magazines and porn DVD's, visual aids to help the donors. But the porn budget got cut back and then the guys started complaining that they were seeing the same mags and videos and needed new porn! Is that the way it is for men, can't jerk to the same girl? the same scene? Jackers, please advise me, I need to know, it's for research and to tell Susan why, since she was puzzled. To her, they should have been able to wack it to the same old, same old!
Yes, it's true, Nicki's slave Susan used to work at a sperm bank. She told me that lesbians were frequent patrons, buying baby batter. Her job at the sperm bank went away due to the economy, the demand for sperm was down, mom-to-be's were postponing their visits from the stork. So Susan went back to pulling hospital shifts.
She also said that the sperm bank had a porn budget! To buy magazines and porn DVD's, visual aids to help the donors. But the porn budget got cut back and then the guys started complaining that they were seeing the same mags and videos and needed new porn! Is that the way it is for men, can't jerk to the same girl? the same scene? Jackers, please advise me, I need to know, it's for research and to tell Susan why, since she was puzzled. To her, they should have been able to wack it to the same old, same old!
Saturday, April 24, 2010
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
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
Thursday, April 01, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
ASH SLAVE
Nicki went trolling at the hotel bars for older rich guys a/k/a slave prospects. She hit paydirt at the Sagamore. She said within 10 minutes of taking a seat, Ash Slave had bought her a drink and within another 10 minutes she knew his life story. Hedge Fund Manager retires early with too much money, comes to Miami to flip condos to stave off boredom, this was of course, back when the flipping was easy. Gets stuck when the market crashes with a few condos he can't move, so he rents them out.
Ash Slave is a complete drunk, a lush. He probably wets down his Wheaties with whiskey. Breakfast of Champions. And like most slaves and most drunks, he is needy 24/7. Calls Nicki all the time, in fact, he started calling her so much, she made him get her a cell phone for his calls only, the bat phone she calls it. She keeps it turned off most of the time, and only checks messages.
She let me listen to a few choice messages including the infamous message which yielded his slave name:
Nicki Nicki I need you! Nicki where are you! Nicki I need you to punish my ash! Nicki!
Punish my ash. None of us can stop laughing about that.
Ash Slave likes to be tied up, gagged, tickled, plugged, have his cock and balls bound, be spanked, paddled, suck a strap-on. Yes, all of the things I wanted to do to Kidney Bean, Nicki is getting to inflict on Ash Slave. Ash Slave is also very generous and showers Nicki with gifts. He's so bored and has no hobbies, y'know like golf or porn or shuffleboard. He apparently dazzles the sales girls at the boutiques with his boozy breath and black Amex and begs for their assistance in choosing the right perfume, jewelry, scarf, lingerie, sunglasses, tennis dress for the special woman in his life. He has all of Nicki's sizes and measurements logged into his blackberry.
Nicki Nicki all those other bitches they just wanted my money.(As if Nicki doesn't?) You're the only woman for me Nicki, the only. You're perfect.
Apparently, Ash Slave went thru the dating wringer with hot-to-trot divorcees who were after the ring and wanted to steer him to the altar sans pre-nup. Somehow, Ash Slave maintained his bachelor status despite the predatory Miami gold-digger species descending upon his lame ass. Now all he wants is a beautiful femme fatale Mistress. Nicki is perfect in that role.
One nite recently when Nicki was playing with Ash Slave, he fell asleep while tied up, so she untied him, took the money and left. The next day Ash Slave called and left a message: It must have been one of those nites! (Yes, indeed-y!)
Yes, and may there be many more of those nites where Ash Slave passes out and Nicki gets to relieve his wallet of some 'paper weight'.
Next post as soon as I have time.... Nicki's lezzie slave!
Nicki went trolling at the hotel bars for older rich guys a/k/a slave prospects. She hit paydirt at the Sagamore. She said within 10 minutes of taking a seat, Ash Slave had bought her a drink and within another 10 minutes she knew his life story. Hedge Fund Manager retires early with too much money, comes to Miami to flip condos to stave off boredom, this was of course, back when the flipping was easy. Gets stuck when the market crashes with a few condos he can't move, so he rents them out.
Ash Slave is a complete drunk, a lush. He probably wets down his Wheaties with whiskey. Breakfast of Champions. And like most slaves and most drunks, he is needy 24/7. Calls Nicki all the time, in fact, he started calling her so much, she made him get her a cell phone for his calls only, the bat phone she calls it. She keeps it turned off most of the time, and only checks messages.
She let me listen to a few choice messages including the infamous message which yielded his slave name:
Nicki Nicki I need you! Nicki where are you! Nicki I need you to punish my ash! Nicki!
Punish my ash. None of us can stop laughing about that.
Ash Slave likes to be tied up, gagged, tickled, plugged, have his cock and balls bound, be spanked, paddled, suck a strap-on. Yes, all of the things I wanted to do to Kidney Bean, Nicki is getting to inflict on Ash Slave. Ash Slave is also very generous and showers Nicki with gifts. He's so bored and has no hobbies, y'know like golf or porn or shuffleboard. He apparently dazzles the sales girls at the boutiques with his boozy breath and black Amex and begs for their assistance in choosing the right perfume, jewelry, scarf, lingerie, sunglasses, tennis dress for the special woman in his life. He has all of Nicki's sizes and measurements logged into his blackberry.
Nicki Nicki all those other bitches they just wanted my money.(As if Nicki doesn't?) You're the only woman for me Nicki, the only. You're perfect.
Apparently, Ash Slave went thru the dating wringer with hot-to-trot divorcees who were after the ring and wanted to steer him to the altar sans pre-nup. Somehow, Ash Slave maintained his bachelor status despite the predatory Miami gold-digger species descending upon his lame ass. Now all he wants is a beautiful femme fatale Mistress. Nicki is perfect in that role.
One nite recently when Nicki was playing with Ash Slave, he fell asleep while tied up, so she untied him, took the money and left. The next day Ash Slave called and left a message: It must have been one of those nites! (Yes, indeed-y!)
Yes, and may there be many more of those nites where Ash Slave passes out and Nicki gets to relieve his wallet of some 'paper weight'.
Next post as soon as I have time.... Nicki's lezzie slave!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
My Funny Valentines
fatfuck
Fatfuck promised and delivered on a short shopping spree. I had liked some of the handbags at Coach when I went there to shop for Mrs. Fuck as fatfuck's personal holiday shopper. I definitely knew I needed a wallet and handbag upgrade. So fatfuck paid for my new wallet and handbag and didn't blink as he knew he'd be smacked if he did. I was also coveting a new bikini, but I'll hit him for that next.
kidney bean
Is hanging with the guys this weekend as he isn't on call, golfing and whatever else nerdy docs do. He has managed to escape my strap-on so far. He wanted to take me to dinner on V-Day, I told him he wasn't my Valentine.
Mr. Maserati
Sent Nicki more nauseating flowers which Nicki is re-gifting hahaha. Nicki is back on the prowl. Mr. Maserati is an unbearable bore.
Jesse
Poor Jesse has no Valentine. And he just has no clue how to romance a girl, which leads right back to why Jesse has no Valentine, also he truly is Poor Jesse, but who cares about that when he's hot and has OchoCinco inches? He asked if I wanted to hang out on Valentine's Day, nite that is, maybe watch some of the Winter Olympics, drink some wine. This means in Jesse speak: do you wanna fuck? I don't have time to watch the Olympics and drink some wine, but maybe I'll text him at some point if I'm horny enough to put up with his sad puppy face.
Nicole
Is breaking out all her red stripper gear. Maybe all the lonelyhearts will be out in full force, waving their dollar bills like white "I Surrender" flags. Nicole usually cleans up on V-Day.
Ember Wins, She Always Wins
Ember booked 2 dates on V-Day! Bitch! Early Date and Late Date. And both of them are paid dates. Loser Lee is Late Date, one of her other wimpy losers who I don't know much about is Early Date. All I know is that she is getting $700 between the two dates. I think I am going to go back to being a faux girlfriend. For profit! Fuck Kidney Bean! Literally and figuratively. There are plenty of guys out there who would beg for my strap-on and pay for it! I'm sick of these bitchbois dicking around with me, just to be in my presence and possibly try to top me from the bottom. Waste of my time. I'm setting a V-Day Resolution. It's about me and $$$ from now on!
fatfuck
Fatfuck promised and delivered on a short shopping spree. I had liked some of the handbags at Coach when I went there to shop for Mrs. Fuck as fatfuck's personal holiday shopper. I definitely knew I needed a wallet and handbag upgrade. So fatfuck paid for my new wallet and handbag and didn't blink as he knew he'd be smacked if he did. I was also coveting a new bikini, but I'll hit him for that next.
kidney bean
Is hanging with the guys this weekend as he isn't on call, golfing and whatever else nerdy docs do. He has managed to escape my strap-on so far. He wanted to take me to dinner on V-Day, I told him he wasn't my Valentine.
Mr. Maserati
Sent Nicki more nauseating flowers which Nicki is re-gifting hahaha. Nicki is back on the prowl. Mr. Maserati is an unbearable bore.
Jesse
Poor Jesse has no Valentine. And he just has no clue how to romance a girl, which leads right back to why Jesse has no Valentine, also he truly is Poor Jesse, but who cares about that when he's hot and has OchoCinco inches? He asked if I wanted to hang out on Valentine's Day, nite that is, maybe watch some of the Winter Olympics, drink some wine. This means in Jesse speak: do you wanna fuck? I don't have time to watch the Olympics and drink some wine, but maybe I'll text him at some point if I'm horny enough to put up with his sad puppy face.
Nicole
Is breaking out all her red stripper gear. Maybe all the lonelyhearts will be out in full force, waving their dollar bills like white "I Surrender" flags. Nicole usually cleans up on V-Day.
Ember Wins, She Always Wins
Ember booked 2 dates on V-Day! Bitch! Early Date and Late Date. And both of them are paid dates. Loser Lee is Late Date, one of her other wimpy losers who I don't know much about is Early Date. All I know is that she is getting $700 between the two dates. I think I am going to go back to being a faux girlfriend. For profit! Fuck Kidney Bean! Literally and figuratively. There are plenty of guys out there who would beg for my strap-on and pay for it! I'm sick of these bitchbois dicking around with me, just to be in my presence and possibly try to top me from the bottom. Waste of my time. I'm setting a V-Day Resolution. It's about me and $$$ from now on!
Friday, February 05, 2010
SLAVE UPdates
Everyone has been asking about our slaves....here are the updates!
kidney bean
Another dinner date sprinkled with verbal wrangling about how I see our Mistress / slave relationship playing out. Kidney Bean kept trying to set limits: no pain, no chastity, no this, no that. I finally had to tell him to shut up and listen. The strap-on is going to be making an appearance. Kidney Bean claims he only finds a strap-on alluring in fantasy, but not in reality. Well as far as I'm concerned, a strap-on is going to be in Kidney Bean's reality. He needs to be my bitch! But he is reluctant, everyone surmises, because we work in proximity and if word were ever to get out that Kidney Bean takes it in the ass, the game of "whisper down the lane" translates that into totally faggotized! Too much of his rep is at stake as a younger doctor. As far as fatfuck, if I told a gaggle of nurses that he likes having his balls kicked (ho-hum), likes me to walk all over him (yawn), kisses my heels (bore), watches me and Nicole 69 (snore), sucks cock (deep sleep). Everyone expects a plastic surgeon to be kinky!
Mr. Maserati
Nicki is not in the mood to be a 'baggage handler'. This is apparently what Mr. Maserati is looking for. Someone to carry the baggage and listen to him complain and whine about how his wife left him, divorced him and now has a boyfriend! The nerve! He's been fucking bimbos, he goes for blonde ones he confessed to her, which means Nicki, the mysterious brunette, is now his confidante, the serious date. But my sister is tired, after two dates, of the excessive bullsh*t. So she told him that the past is the past, put it behind you, let's talk about other things. There wasn't much else to talk about. Mr. Maserati is a total bore! No wonder why his wife left him. That and my sister suspects he has a small penis. Her size-dar is beginning to pick up signals. So she said she doesn't want to waste any more time on Mr. Maserati. She either wants a slave or a sugar daddy, and he doesn't seem to fall into either category.
slave idiot
Back for more abuse! More shopping! More sock-pussy! Nicole's totally boring and pathetic slave idiot popped up again with his Amex Card, ready to play! He took Nicole for a little shopping spree and afterward got to play sock pussy jerk-off with a dirty sock. Slave idiot keeps threatening to take me and Nicole to the Seminole Hard Rock to gamble away some of his money. Nicole and I are tired of hearing about it. Idiot needs to deliver on his other jerk off-fantasy.
remote control danny
While danny begged me to domme him, he didn't go thru with the evil scenario Nicole and I had planned for him. Perhaps he could sense from what I did tell him would happen (or maybe he jerked off to the fantasy 50 times and then grew his arm grew tired), it would only be the beginning of his complete and total enslavement and butt-toy faggotization. So he still calls me for 'dates'. But I refuse to be in his harem. I already have established fuckstuds and while remote control danny is well-hung, he isn't up high enough in my rankings for me to entertain. Besides, it should be me who has the harem of slaves, not me listed in some man-whore's i-phone harem.
fatfuck
Finally came thru with some birthday cash a week late, but not a dollar short. He's been bowing out of doing sessions because of his protracted recovery from quadruple bypass surgery. But he did hook me up for Xmas and my Bday. I told him he has to do something for VDay (Valentine's)! He said I could go shopping on his card, which I will gladly do, since I can never have enough bikinis and heels!
Everyone has been asking about our slaves....here are the updates!
kidney bean
Another dinner date sprinkled with verbal wrangling about how I see our Mistress / slave relationship playing out. Kidney Bean kept trying to set limits: no pain, no chastity, no this, no that. I finally had to tell him to shut up and listen. The strap-on is going to be making an appearance. Kidney Bean claims he only finds a strap-on alluring in fantasy, but not in reality. Well as far as I'm concerned, a strap-on is going to be in Kidney Bean's reality. He needs to be my bitch! But he is reluctant, everyone surmises, because we work in proximity and if word were ever to get out that Kidney Bean takes it in the ass, the game of "whisper down the lane" translates that into totally faggotized! Too much of his rep is at stake as a younger doctor. As far as fatfuck, if I told a gaggle of nurses that he likes having his balls kicked (ho-hum), likes me to walk all over him (yawn), kisses my heels (bore), watches me and Nicole 69 (snore), sucks cock (deep sleep). Everyone expects a plastic surgeon to be kinky!
Mr. Maserati
Nicki is not in the mood to be a 'baggage handler'. This is apparently what Mr. Maserati is looking for. Someone to carry the baggage and listen to him complain and whine about how his wife left him, divorced him and now has a boyfriend! The nerve! He's been fucking bimbos, he goes for blonde ones he confessed to her, which means Nicki, the mysterious brunette, is now his confidante, the serious date. But my sister is tired, after two dates, of the excessive bullsh*t. So she told him that the past is the past, put it behind you, let's talk about other things. There wasn't much else to talk about. Mr. Maserati is a total bore! No wonder why his wife left him. That and my sister suspects he has a small penis. Her size-dar is beginning to pick up signals. So she said she doesn't want to waste any more time on Mr. Maserati. She either wants a slave or a sugar daddy, and he doesn't seem to fall into either category.
slave idiot
Back for more abuse! More shopping! More sock-pussy! Nicole's totally boring and pathetic slave idiot popped up again with his Amex Card, ready to play! He took Nicole for a little shopping spree and afterward got to play sock pussy jerk-off with a dirty sock. Slave idiot keeps threatening to take me and Nicole to the Seminole Hard Rock to gamble away some of his money. Nicole and I are tired of hearing about it. Idiot needs to deliver on his other jerk off-fantasy.
remote control danny
While danny begged me to domme him, he didn't go thru with the evil scenario Nicole and I had planned for him. Perhaps he could sense from what I did tell him would happen (or maybe he jerked off to the fantasy 50 times and then grew his arm grew tired), it would only be the beginning of his complete and total enslavement and butt-toy faggotization. So he still calls me for 'dates'. But I refuse to be in his harem. I already have established fuckstuds and while remote control danny is well-hung, he isn't up high enough in my rankings for me to entertain. Besides, it should be me who has the harem of slaves, not me listed in some man-whore's i-phone harem.
fatfuck
Finally came thru with some birthday cash a week late, but not a dollar short. He's been bowing out of doing sessions because of his protracted recovery from quadruple bypass surgery. But he did hook me up for Xmas and my Bday. I told him he has to do something for VDay (Valentine's)! He said I could go shopping on his card, which I will gladly do, since I can never have enough bikinis and heels!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Mr. Maserati and Kidney Bean Update!
from peewee intrepid UK blog correspondent with my responses italicized....
So, go on - put me out of my misery.... was Nicki's bloke a 'date' or a 'slave' in the end. I'm going for 'date' by the way.
Well, Mr. Maserati turned out to be a gentleman, and the first encounter, my sister reports, was very traditional date-like, in that they went to dinner and he wanted to hear her life story and share his with her. There was no hanky panky (dammit!), not even kissy-kissy (dammit again!) and he asked to see her this weekend for another date! The only thing Nicki is sure of at this point is that he does have money and that he is cute and smart. Her slave-dar needs to be re-calibrated! She couldn't even pick up if he was submissive. But then again, he could have put on his best poker face and not let her penetrate the depths of his potential servitude, yet. We shall see. But as for the winners of the first DATE or SLAVE contest, peewee and Ember win! Which means Ember doesn't have to pay for drinks the next time we go out. Sorry peewee, since you aren't in the area, we can't slide you any free libation sensations, but next time you 'tip the elbow', it's on us!
And what about kidney bean? Have you enslaved him completely yet or is he trying to escape your grasp? I bet he loved kissing your boots Empress Sara. It's great that truly hot girls, when they crank up the dominance, can inspire this kind of servitude amongst certain men isn't it. I know for a fact I'd do anything you told me and I've never even met you! I fear taking it to any next level because my addiction and devotion and submission to you is already absolute. Catastrophe is the next step!!! Haha! But if I lived near, and worked with you then I would just fall at your feet forever. I suspect kidney bean is about to experience similar feelings!
Right you are peewee, kidney bean is trying to escape my grasp on his complete tailspin into enslavement! He believes, as most younger doctors do, that they have god-like powers and are god's gift to women. This is reinforced every day they go to work, where not only nurses, but also female patients flirt with them. These subtle or not-so-subtle golddiggers are just dreaming of hitting the Doctor Lottery. In our un-socialized health care system, some docs can rake in the bucks. Plus being a doctor's wife, carries some cache in our society.
I imagine kidney bean is making well over $200K in his burgeoning specialty and especially given the aging population in SoFlo. But what he needs to realize is that with me, there will be no traditional dates. There will be hanky panky; however, just not the type he would like to engage in! Yes, there will be more boot-kissing. But he vetoed the chastity device. However, on weekends where he's not on call, I told him I see no reason why he can't be cock-locked. He said it's because that's when he plays the most, he loves 'outdoor adventures' and other pursuits where he couldn't possibly have his member in an uncomfortable cage, or so he claims. We shall see. He is taking me to dinner this weekend and he's begging for a movie. And I shall use all my dominant wiles to steer his devotion my way!
from peewee intrepid UK blog correspondent with my responses italicized....
So, go on - put me out of my misery.... was Nicki's bloke a 'date' or a 'slave' in the end. I'm going for 'date' by the way.
Well, Mr. Maserati turned out to be a gentleman, and the first encounter, my sister reports, was very traditional date-like, in that they went to dinner and he wanted to hear her life story and share his with her. There was no hanky panky (dammit!), not even kissy-kissy (dammit again!) and he asked to see her this weekend for another date! The only thing Nicki is sure of at this point is that he does have money and that he is cute and smart. Her slave-dar needs to be re-calibrated! She couldn't even pick up if he was submissive. But then again, he could have put on his best poker face and not let her penetrate the depths of his potential servitude, yet. We shall see. But as for the winners of the first DATE or SLAVE contest, peewee and Ember win! Which means Ember doesn't have to pay for drinks the next time we go out. Sorry peewee, since you aren't in the area, we can't slide you any free libation sensations, but next time you 'tip the elbow', it's on us!
And what about kidney bean? Have you enslaved him completely yet or is he trying to escape your grasp? I bet he loved kissing your boots Empress Sara. It's great that truly hot girls, when they crank up the dominance, can inspire this kind of servitude amongst certain men isn't it. I know for a fact I'd do anything you told me and I've never even met you! I fear taking it to any next level because my addiction and devotion and submission to you is already absolute. Catastrophe is the next step!!! Haha! But if I lived near, and worked with you then I would just fall at your feet forever. I suspect kidney bean is about to experience similar feelings!
Right you are peewee, kidney bean is trying to escape my grasp on his complete tailspin into enslavement! He believes, as most younger doctors do, that they have god-like powers and are god's gift to women. This is reinforced every day they go to work, where not only nurses, but also female patients flirt with them. These subtle or not-so-subtle golddiggers are just dreaming of hitting the Doctor Lottery. In our un-socialized health care system, some docs can rake in the bucks. Plus being a doctor's wife, carries some cache in our society.
I imagine kidney bean is making well over $200K in his burgeoning specialty and especially given the aging population in SoFlo. But what he needs to realize is that with me, there will be no traditional dates. There will be hanky panky; however, just not the type he would like to engage in! Yes, there will be more boot-kissing. But he vetoed the chastity device. However, on weekends where he's not on call, I told him I see no reason why he can't be cock-locked. He said it's because that's when he plays the most, he loves 'outdoor adventures' and other pursuits where he couldn't possibly have his member in an uncomfortable cage, or so he claims. We shall see. He is taking me to dinner this weekend and he's begging for a movie. And I shall use all my dominant wiles to steer his devotion my way!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Mr. Maserati!
Nicki reports that she has a date tonite. Altho she is not sure, if by the end of the date, she will be in bed with the guy or if he will be her slave.... hmmm I detect a package check coming up! Nicki was out jogging earlier in the week in her nabe (neighborhood) and a car slowed down, she thought it was a Ferrari or Lamborghini, the cute driver chatted her up a bit. Turns out he lives in the same nabe, is available (divorced) and owns a security company. Later, a flower delivery arrived at the place she's living at, with the corniest of corn syrupy sickly sweet notecards: You Made My Day! (plus his cell phone number) So the wind-up is they are going out tonite and that it was a Maserati, duh Nicki, learn your Italian sportscars! But at least it wasn't a red Maserati, so there is hope for the outcome of the date. I alerted my gf's that we must make bets on DATE or SLAVE! The texts are coming in fast and furious. SLAVE is winning! Ember is holding out for DATE! Ember?? Who runs a Loser Dating Service?? Maybe she just thinks all dates are slaves!!!
Nicki reports that she has a date tonite. Altho she is not sure, if by the end of the date, she will be in bed with the guy or if he will be her slave.... hmmm I detect a package check coming up! Nicki was out jogging earlier in the week in her nabe (neighborhood) and a car slowed down, she thought it was a Ferrari or Lamborghini, the cute driver chatted her up a bit. Turns out he lives in the same nabe, is available (divorced) and owns a security company. Later, a flower delivery arrived at the place she's living at, with the corniest of corn syrupy sickly sweet notecards: You Made My Day! (plus his cell phone number) So the wind-up is they are going out tonite and that it was a Maserati, duh Nicki, learn your Italian sportscars! But at least it wasn't a red Maserati, so there is hope for the outcome of the date. I alerted my gf's that we must make bets on DATE or SLAVE! The texts are coming in fast and furious. SLAVE is winning! Ember is holding out for DATE! Ember?? Who runs a Loser Dating Service?? Maybe she just thinks all dates are slaves!!!
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Results of our New Year's Eve Contest!
We ran a contest to see who'd make the most money on New Year's Eve. Nicki finished in 1st place with $1,000 before taxes working as an ER Nurse, Nicole came in second, Ember came in third, I came in fourth, Taylor in fifth. Last place loser was supposed to buy us all drinks, but in this case, it means Taylor (who is a niteclub bartender right now), will just slide us free drinks on Girls Nite Out. Nicole reports that slave idiot will be our chauffeur! Because there is no way we are going to call up Chippenstalker!
Unsure when we're going to be able to pull off a Girls Nite Out due to all our various schedules, but since my birthday is coming up on the 27th, it might be combined with my birthday!
We ran a contest to see who'd make the most money on New Year's Eve. Nicki finished in 1st place with $1,000 before taxes working as an ER Nurse, Nicole came in second, Ember came in third, I came in fourth, Taylor in fifth. Last place loser was supposed to buy us all drinks, but in this case, it means Taylor (who is a niteclub bartender right now), will just slide us free drinks on Girls Nite Out. Nicole reports that slave idiot will be our chauffeur! Because there is no way we are going to call up Chippenstalker!
Unsure when we're going to be able to pull off a Girls Nite Out due to all our various schedules, but since my birthday is coming up on the 27th, it might be combined with my birthday!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Blame it on the Leather
Since quite a few of you have asked, what did fatfuck get me for XXXmas, call it a holiday gift, since he's Jewish....
Yes, fatfuck was my biggest holiday contributor, in cash that is, he paid via meeting up with me in a Coach store. I love the smell of the Coach Leather Goods store, I couldn't work there, the smell of leather is just too intoxicating for me, I'd be in a perennial sexual swoon.
Apparently, in the Fuck household, it is traditional to do the one gift each nite of Hanukkah. Fatfuck, who never plans ahead in such matters, was picking up another gift for Mrs. Fuck every day. Jewelry, scarf, an orchid for her collection, etc etc. On the 8th day he had run out of ideas, so he offered to give me my holiday cash and begged me to help him with the final gift of the holiday. So I told him to meet me at the Coach store at an appointed time. Fatfuck now has a 'driver' due to his heart condition. At the appointed time, Fatfuck appeared, handed me my cash and I showed him the handbag I had selected for Mrs. Fuck. Perhaps I should have charged a personal shopper's fee in addition???
I picked the fugliest handbag, but later I realized the error of my ways. I should have listened to Nicki. I was talking to her on my cell, she said, if you think it's fugly, she will probably like it! So pick something you like, so she will hate it!
I felt like slipping a note inside the handbag before fatfuck arrived: Your husband is a FAGELE! He sucks cock. He licks my ARSCH! I missed my golden (no pun intended) opportunity.
Since quite a few of you have asked, what did fatfuck get me for XXXmas, call it a holiday gift, since he's Jewish....
Yes, fatfuck was my biggest holiday contributor, in cash that is, he paid via meeting up with me in a Coach store. I love the smell of the Coach Leather Goods store, I couldn't work there, the smell of leather is just too intoxicating for me, I'd be in a perennial sexual swoon.
Apparently, in the Fuck household, it is traditional to do the one gift each nite of Hanukkah. Fatfuck, who never plans ahead in such matters, was picking up another gift for Mrs. Fuck every day. Jewelry, scarf, an orchid for her collection, etc etc. On the 8th day he had run out of ideas, so he offered to give me my holiday cash and begged me to help him with the final gift of the holiday. So I told him to meet me at the Coach store at an appointed time. Fatfuck now has a 'driver' due to his heart condition. At the appointed time, Fatfuck appeared, handed me my cash and I showed him the handbag I had selected for Mrs. Fuck. Perhaps I should have charged a personal shopper's fee in addition???
I picked the fugliest handbag, but later I realized the error of my ways. I should have listened to Nicki. I was talking to her on my cell, she said, if you think it's fugly, she will probably like it! So pick something you like, so she will hate it!
I felt like slipping a note inside the handbag before fatfuck arrived: Your husband is a FAGELE! He sucks cock. He licks my ARSCH! I missed my golden (no pun intended) opportunity.
Friday, September 25, 2009
BYE BYE CORVETTE!!
A script for a short film by THE PIG
Starring: THE PIG (also known as 'IT')
Co-starring:
Sara
Nicole
Taylor
Ember
Nicki
Judith (Nicki's friend, also a lawyer & hardcore man-hating lesbo)
Premise: Nicole is going to take THE PIG's Corvette!!!!
THE PIG's thespian moment a/k/a pathetic monologue:
OMG SARA..... PLEASE STOP...... YOU'RE SCRAMBLING my FUCKING PIGGIE MIND.... DEAR JESUS PLEASE STOP.... YOUR WORDS ARE CONJURING UP THE MOST INTENSE IMAGES... MAKING my little pigtail SO FN STIFF..... PUSHING me DOWN TO my KNEES, NAKED, MOUTH WIDE OPEN OBEDIENTLY TO RECEIVE WHATEVER YOU DEEM APPROPRIATE....my MOUTH AN INSTRUMENT TO AMUSE YOU.... TO GARGLE OR HOLD CUM.... TO TAKE 1, 2, 3, 5, 10, 20 AS MANY COCKS AS YOU WISH... ALL SHOOT IN my mouth...
OH LOOK..... ITS NICOLE AND SHE'S GOT THE KEY to the CORVETTE!!!!!!!!!!! AND OH GOD IT HITS ME... BEING MANIPULATED AND COERCED AND USED BY THESE EVIL HEARTLESS MERCILESS MANIPULATRICES INTO ACTUALLY GIVING my VETTE AWAY....... OMG O JESUS CHRIST..... THEY WEREN'T JOKING OMG OMG THEY ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO MAKE THE PIG DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG NO RULES ANYMORE..... THEY WANT TO GET me COMPLETELY FN OUT OF my MIND
Action:
WE TIE THE PIG TO A COUCH CHAIR STRICTLY LEGS PULLED APART, DRESSED UP, TIED UP, FUCKED UP, LIPSTICKED, HIGH HEELED, LEWDLY SPREAD AND SWOLLEN TIED UP COCK AND BALLS...... LOTS OF DIFFERENT GIRLS WITH VIDEO CAMERAS....
THE PIG: i'm DIZZY SARA i think i'm GONNA PASS OUT.... PLEASE HELP ME.....
SARA: (SMILING WICKEDLY) 'OF COURSE I'LL HELP'.... 'HELP NICOLE GET HER VETTE (EVIL LAUGHTER)!!!
Action:
THEN YOU GET ON ONE SIDE OF ME AND NICOLE GETS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF ME AND OOOOOOOOOOOO NICOLE HAS my VETTE KEY AROUND HER NECK DANGLING AND i FEEL LIKE i AM AT AN EXECUTION....... AND i want to die.... o cum and die at the same time..... AND TAYLOR AND EMBER COME CLOSE TO FILM IN CLOSE UP and i REALIZE THAT THIS IS WHAT i AM SUPPOSED TO BE..... YOUR TRUE OWNED SLAVE.....
AND THEN JUDITH APPEARS FROM THE CROWD AND OPENS A LEGAL SIZED FORM RIGHT BELOW MY RIGHT HAND AND I LOOK AT YOU AND YOU ARE GIDDY WITH DELIGHT AND I LOOK AT NICOLE AND SHE LOOKS POSITIVELY PREDATORY BUT AMUSED..... AND NICKI PUTS A PEN IN MY HAND AND AT THE SAME TIME YOU AND NICOLE TAKE TURNS ALMOST IMPERCEPTIBLY STROKING MY BOUND GROTESQUELY SWOLLEN TIED UP COCK.....
Sara and Nicole: "IF YOU DON'T SIGN ... YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CUM!!!!!! BUT IF YOU SIGN WHEN WE TELL THE PIG...... IT WILL BE THE ABSOLUTE BEST ORGASM OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE TEN TIMES OVER!!!!!!!"
THE PIG'S PATHETIC MONOLOGUE continues:
AND OMG OMG OMG HELP HELP ME HELP ME..... i KNOW THIS IS TRUE!!!!!!!! HELP ME HELP ME....... HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING???????? BUT ITS SO GOOD.... I LOVE SARA AND NICOLE GOD FN GOD...... STROKING S O O O O O O O O SLOWLY..... AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH getting close!!!!!!!!
Sara and Nicole: "AND IT WILL ALSO BE THE LAST ORGASM YOU HAVE FOR AT LEAST A MONTH ..... BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING INTO CHASTITY RIGHT AFTER YOU SHOOT AND YOU WILL BE IN CHASTITY FOR US FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!!"
Action:
SARA PROUDLY DISPLAYS THE KEY FOR THE CHASTITY CAGE TO EVERYONE.... STROKING AND STROKING JUST A LITTLE FASTER SARA MILKS THEN NICOLE MILKS AND THE GIRLS FILM AND it FEELS its PIG PAW MOVING TO THE SOLID LINE ON THE BILL OF SALE.......
WHAT ONLY $1.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE PIG'S MONOLOGUE oinks on:
AND DEAR GOD HELP me i AM SOOOO EXCITED AND MY BEAUTIFUL OWNERS ARE GOING TO TAKE POSSESSION OF me AND BE IN CONTROL OF EVERY THOUGHT I HAVE, EVERY EMOTION i FEEL.... EVERYTHING i DO...... BE I CONTROL OF MY VERY RARE ALLOWED ORGASMS.... IN CONTROL OF WHEN I EAT, WHO I SUCK, WHERE I GO, IN CONTROL OF WHAT I WEAR, IN CONTROL OF MY ERECTION AND MY VERY EXISTENCE.......... AND I KNOW THIS IS WHAT I NEED..... OH CHRIST ITS COMING SOON ITS COMING SOON ITS COMING SOON.....
Sara and Nicole: "NOW LET'S SEE THOSE TEARS WE ALL ENJOY SO MUCH CRY BABY CRY!"
Action:
AND AS IF A SPONGE HAD BEEN SQUEEZED THEY START TO JUST STREAM DOWN MY CHEEKS ALONG WITH GENUINE SOBS.... FEELS LIKE MY CHEST AND COCK ARE GOING TO EXPLODE TOGETHER..... S T R O K E...... i WAS BORN TO BE A PIG FOR THESE GIRLS I THINK AND IT FEELS SO PERFECT AND YOU ARE BOTH SMILING SO VERY VERY EVIL AND IT'S SO HAPPY CAUSE IT MADE YOU BOTH HAPPY YOU WITH THE CHASTITY KEY AROUND YOUR NECK AND NICOLE WITH THE VETTE KEY AROUND HERS...... THE PRECUM IS JUST GOBBING OUT THE TIP OF MY COCK NOW WHICH LOOKS LIKE A PURPLE PLUM..... THE TEARS ARE STREAMING DOWN.... AND NOW........... OMG OMG OMG....
NICKI PULLS MY PIG HEAD WAY BACK AND THEN BACK DOWN TO SEE MY RIGHT HAND .... MOVING BY YOUR WILL AND NICOLE'S WILL, COMPLETELY OUT OF MY CONTROL..... AND AS THE CUM BEGINS TO ERUPT SARA MAKES ME LOOK RIGHT INTO THE CAMERA AND SAY:
"i'm THE PRIVATE PROPERTY OF SARA AND HER GIRLFRIENDS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND AS MY HAND FINISHES THE VERY LAST STROKE OF MY SIGNATURE JUDITH SNATCHES THE PAPER AWAY EVERYONE LAUGHS AND CLAPS AND YOU LOOK AT ME AND SAY, "SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE BEING OUR PIG.... SHOOT IT HIGH IN THE AIR FOR US PIGGY.......AND SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH YOU'RE A LITTLE CRYBABY BECAUSE NICOLE TOOK YOUR CAR AWAY"
Tears tears are streaming while ITS cum SHOOTS UP INTO THE AIR. THE EVIL MANIPULATRICES WERE RIGHT, THE MOST INTENSE ORGASM EVER and NO SOONER THAN THE LAST DROP, THEY CLAMP ON THE CHASTITY CAGE AND LOCK UP MY COCK.
Nicole: "WIPE the WINDSHIELD WITH YOUR TEARS and TONGUE CRYBABY!!!"
Action:
THEN NICOLE AND SARA DRIVE AWAY in the VETTE laughing and laughing, the VETTE is decorated with tin cans tied to streamers off the back, clanking down Ocean Drive, but instead of a sign saying JUST MARRIED, THE VETTE has a bumper sticker that says:
JUST $1 OINK OINK
A script for a short film by THE PIG
Starring: THE PIG (also known as 'IT')
Co-starring:
Sara
Nicole
Taylor
Ember
Nicki
Judith (Nicki's friend, also a lawyer & hardcore man-hating lesbo)
Premise: Nicole is going to take THE PIG's Corvette!!!!
THE PIG's thespian moment a/k/a pathetic monologue:
OMG SARA..... PLEASE STOP...... YOU'RE SCRAMBLING my FUCKING PIGGIE MIND.... DEAR JESUS PLEASE STOP.... YOUR WORDS ARE CONJURING UP THE MOST INTENSE IMAGES... MAKING my little pigtail SO FN STIFF..... PUSHING me DOWN TO my KNEES, NAKED, MOUTH WIDE OPEN OBEDIENTLY TO RECEIVE WHATEVER YOU DEEM APPROPRIATE....my MOUTH AN INSTRUMENT TO AMUSE YOU.... TO GARGLE OR HOLD CUM.... TO TAKE 1, 2, 3, 5, 10, 20 AS MANY COCKS AS YOU WISH... ALL SHOOT IN my mouth...
OH LOOK..... ITS NICOLE AND SHE'S GOT THE KEY to the CORVETTE!!!!!!!!!!! AND OH GOD IT HITS ME... BEING MANIPULATED AND COERCED AND USED BY THESE EVIL HEARTLESS MERCILESS MANIPULATRICES INTO ACTUALLY GIVING my VETTE AWAY....... OMG O JESUS CHRIST..... THEY WEREN'T JOKING OMG OMG THEY ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO MAKE THE PIG DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG NO RULES ANYMORE..... THEY WANT TO GET me COMPLETELY FN OUT OF my MIND
Action:
WE TIE THE PIG TO A COUCH CHAIR STRICTLY LEGS PULLED APART, DRESSED UP, TIED UP, FUCKED UP, LIPSTICKED, HIGH HEELED, LEWDLY SPREAD AND SWOLLEN TIED UP COCK AND BALLS...... LOTS OF DIFFERENT GIRLS WITH VIDEO CAMERAS....
THE PIG: i'm DIZZY SARA i think i'm GONNA PASS OUT.... PLEASE HELP ME.....
SARA: (SMILING WICKEDLY) 'OF COURSE I'LL HELP'.... 'HELP NICOLE GET HER VETTE (EVIL LAUGHTER)!!!
Action:
THEN YOU GET ON ONE SIDE OF ME AND NICOLE GETS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF ME AND OOOOOOOOOOOO NICOLE HAS my VETTE KEY AROUND HER NECK DANGLING AND i FEEL LIKE i AM AT AN EXECUTION....... AND i want to die.... o cum and die at the same time..... AND TAYLOR AND EMBER COME CLOSE TO FILM IN CLOSE UP and i REALIZE THAT THIS IS WHAT i AM SUPPOSED TO BE..... YOUR TRUE OWNED SLAVE.....
AND THEN JUDITH APPEARS FROM THE CROWD AND OPENS A LEGAL SIZED FORM RIGHT BELOW MY RIGHT HAND AND I LOOK AT YOU AND YOU ARE GIDDY WITH DELIGHT AND I LOOK AT NICOLE AND SHE LOOKS POSITIVELY PREDATORY BUT AMUSED..... AND NICKI PUTS A PEN IN MY HAND AND AT THE SAME TIME YOU AND NICOLE TAKE TURNS ALMOST IMPERCEPTIBLY STROKING MY BOUND GROTESQUELY SWOLLEN TIED UP COCK.....
Sara and Nicole: "IF YOU DON'T SIGN ... YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CUM!!!!!! BUT IF YOU SIGN WHEN WE TELL THE PIG...... IT WILL BE THE ABSOLUTE BEST ORGASM OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE TEN TIMES OVER!!!!!!!"
THE PIG'S PATHETIC MONOLOGUE continues:
AND OMG OMG OMG HELP HELP ME HELP ME..... i KNOW THIS IS TRUE!!!!!!!! HELP ME HELP ME....... HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING???????? BUT ITS SO GOOD.... I LOVE SARA AND NICOLE GOD FN GOD...... STROKING S O O O O O O O O SLOWLY..... AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH getting close!!!!!!!!
Sara and Nicole: "AND IT WILL ALSO BE THE LAST ORGASM YOU HAVE FOR AT LEAST A MONTH ..... BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING INTO CHASTITY RIGHT AFTER YOU SHOOT AND YOU WILL BE IN CHASTITY FOR US FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!!"
Action:
SARA PROUDLY DISPLAYS THE KEY FOR THE CHASTITY CAGE TO EVERYONE.... STROKING AND STROKING JUST A LITTLE FASTER SARA MILKS THEN NICOLE MILKS AND THE GIRLS FILM AND it FEELS its PIG PAW MOVING TO THE SOLID LINE ON THE BILL OF SALE.......
THE PIG'S MONOLOGUE oinks on:
AND DEAR GOD HELP me i AM SOOOO EXCITED AND MY BEAUTIFUL OWNERS ARE GOING TO TAKE POSSESSION OF me AND BE IN CONTROL OF EVERY THOUGHT I HAVE, EVERY EMOTION i FEEL.... EVERYTHING i DO...... BE I CONTROL OF MY VERY RARE ALLOWED ORGASMS.... IN CONTROL OF WHEN I EAT, WHO I SUCK, WHERE I GO, IN CONTROL OF WHAT I WEAR, IN CONTROL OF MY ERECTION AND MY VERY EXISTENCE.......... AND I KNOW THIS IS WHAT I NEED..... OH CHRIST ITS COMING SOON ITS COMING SOON ITS COMING SOON.....
Sara and Nicole: "NOW LET'S SEE THOSE TEARS WE ALL ENJOY SO MUCH CRY BABY CRY!"
Action:
AND AS IF A SPONGE HAD BEEN SQUEEZED THEY START TO JUST STREAM DOWN MY CHEEKS ALONG WITH GENUINE SOBS.... FEELS LIKE MY CHEST AND COCK ARE GOING TO EXPLODE TOGETHER..... S T R O K E...... i WAS BORN TO BE A PIG FOR THESE GIRLS I THINK AND IT FEELS SO PERFECT AND YOU ARE BOTH SMILING SO VERY VERY EVIL AND IT'S SO HAPPY CAUSE IT MADE YOU BOTH HAPPY YOU WITH THE CHASTITY KEY AROUND YOUR NECK AND NICOLE WITH THE VETTE KEY AROUND HERS...... THE PRECUM IS JUST GOBBING OUT THE TIP OF MY COCK NOW WHICH LOOKS LIKE A PURPLE PLUM..... THE TEARS ARE STREAMING DOWN.... AND NOW........... OMG OMG OMG....
NICKI PULLS MY PIG HEAD WAY BACK AND THEN BACK DOWN TO SEE MY RIGHT HAND .... MOVING BY YOUR WILL AND NICOLE'S WILL, COMPLETELY OUT OF MY CONTROL..... AND AS THE CUM BEGINS TO ERUPT SARA MAKES ME LOOK RIGHT INTO THE CAMERA AND SAY:
"i'm THE PRIVATE PROPERTY OF SARA AND HER GIRLFRIENDS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND AS MY HAND FINISHES THE VERY LAST STROKE OF MY SIGNATURE JUDITH SNATCHES THE PAPER AWAY EVERYONE LAUGHS AND CLAPS AND YOU LOOK AT ME AND SAY, "SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE BEING OUR PIG.... SHOOT IT HIGH IN THE AIR FOR US PIGGY.......AND SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH YOU'RE A LITTLE CRYBABY BECAUSE NICOLE TOOK YOUR CAR AWAY"
Tears tears are streaming while ITS cum SHOOTS UP INTO THE AIR. THE EVIL MANIPULATRICES WERE RIGHT, THE MOST INTENSE ORGASM EVER and NO SOONER THAN THE LAST DROP, THEY CLAMP ON THE CHASTITY CAGE AND LOCK UP MY COCK.
Nicole: "WIPE the WINDSHIELD WITH YOUR TEARS and TONGUE CRYBABY!!!"
Action:
THEN NICOLE AND SARA DRIVE AWAY in the VETTE laughing and laughing, the VETTE is decorated with tin cans tied to streamers off the back, clanking down Ocean Drive, but instead of a sign saying JUST MARRIED, THE VETTE has a bumper sticker that says:
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Fireworks
Ember landed a big loser date who paid her $400 to go out on July 4th, dinner and fireworks. Little did the loser know that there was some engineering behind her paid date. She and the loser would then meet up with me and my sister to see fireworks whereupon we would rave about the loser: so this is the guy you've been telling us about! We've heard so much about you! (vom vom barf barf) You could just tell when we laid it on thick, the loser ate it up with a parfait spoon.
But Ember needs more financial domination lessons. When the loser pulled out his wallet and opened it to pay for some fruit Smoothies, Em didn't even glance at the wallet, which of course, I did. This is Financial Domination 101, CHECK the WALLET! So I've got to give Ember more lessons, but she definitely landed a loser with some cash who is gaga over her.
Poor Taylor and Nicole had to work. Well not poor, as I'm sure they made decent tip $$$.
Nicki wasn't impressed with the fireworks. Apparently, she got spoiled up in Whorelando by the epic Disney fireworks, so Miami paled in comparison. But she did catch up with one of her fucktoys for a quickie.
Ember landed a big loser date who paid her $400 to go out on July 4th, dinner and fireworks. Little did the loser know that there was some engineering behind her paid date. She and the loser would then meet up with me and my sister to see fireworks whereupon we would rave about the loser: so this is the guy you've been telling us about! We've heard so much about you! (vom vom barf barf) You could just tell when we laid it on thick, the loser ate it up with a parfait spoon.
But Ember needs more financial domination lessons. When the loser pulled out his wallet and opened it to pay for some fruit Smoothies, Em didn't even glance at the wallet, which of course, I did. This is Financial Domination 101, CHECK the WALLET! So I've got to give Ember more lessons, but she definitely landed a loser with some cash who is gaga over her.
Poor Taylor and Nicole had to work. Well not poor, as I'm sure they made decent tip $$$.
Nicki wasn't impressed with the fireworks. Apparently, she got spoiled up in Whorelando by the epic Disney fireworks, so Miami paled in comparison. But she did catch up with one of her fucktoys for a quickie.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Rankings
Last nite D-boy took me to dinner. D-boy = Danny. This was originally supposed to be 'a double date'. Total cornball term from 1950's movies, I can't believe that's what he suggested we do when he called me earlier in the week. Danny, his brother from Whorelando, me and Nicki. But Nicki is done with all things Whorelando and knows that the doctor, Danny's brother, was only looking for a convenience fuck in Miami. So instead of Danny, Michael, Nicki and Sara, flash back 50 years, it would be Bobby, Tad, Veronica and Ginger going on a double date to the drive-in. No one in the Buick watching the horror flick double feature, we would all be 'making out'. Ewwww no wonder why Nicki took a pass on the past.
But I said yes to the dinner, I don't like passing up free meals especially since I find it impossible to cook for myself, cooking for one? Does it exist? Or is it just a facet of my anorexia that I find it hard to cook for myself. In any case, I felt like a restaurant meal, the whole schmiel. (I can't spell in Yiddish, slave fatfuck taught me phonetically.)
The awkward moment was after dinner, when Danny wanted to head out to any club that wasn't doing a Michael Jackson tribute, I had to concur, I could only take so much of hearing Thriller, Billie Jean remixes, etc etc over and over. So we went to a Cuban place. Danny is Brazilian, well his parents are, so I'm sure we passed for Cubano y Cubanita. I had my favorite Mojitos. Danny was getting amorous, to throw out an old-fashioned word, but I was resistant.
Somehow I can't stand the thought of fucking a guy who is like fucking quite a few other women, women I don't know, I feel like I'm just the calendar girl, log me in on the i-phone as the Friday nite fuck. Maybe I should just look at it like well I need to get fucked too, but there are other guys I have for that, who aren't such man-whores and one is who superstellar in bed. So it's ok for me to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want, I'm fronting a double standard, yet I want a guy to be more selective, more into me? Well yes, hell yes!!! Danny comes in 3rd in my fuck rankings right now. Do girls ever tell guys that? I'm sorry but you're like #3 on my fuck rankings, I'd rather text #1 or #2 to see if they're available.
Or check out new meat....
So I told him I had planned to work, meaning on Niteflirt, which was partially true, it was my back-up plan, so I told him I needed to get back home to hit my prime time, after midnite, make some $$$. He asked how much I expected to make. I wondered why he was asking. Was it out of curiosity? Or was he going to make an offer to buy me out for the nite? So I told him. He gave me a look, a look of disbelief that what I do on Niteflirt can yield that kind of rake. So? I said. There was this very awkward moment where he just looked at me. I could tell he was considering, considering, but he didn't reach for his wallet, didn't make the buy-out offer. Pussy. Total pussy. Because I know he has the money and it wouldn't be like I was a whore, at least by my definition, and even if, so what, I'd make it either way, in the real world or the virtual world.
So I left and caught a cab home. I shut off my cell phone too, I was that pissed. When I got home, I had that itchy feeling to check my cell phone to see if he had called and he had left a message for me to call him back, but I didn't, but there was a message from #1!!!! So I quickly called #1! but only got his VM, called again, VM. Called Nicole and called another girl I know he fucks to see if they were the lucky fuckees, but no. I knew Nicole would be working, but wanted to see if she would have faked a late arrival, flat tires are good excuses for that, in order to get fucked by #1. (Nicole gets more flat tires than anyone else I know hehe.) Then today, #1 called and apologized profusely, he fell asleep, exhausted, hmmmm....ok. I'll let it slip this time.
So I ended up on Niteflirt till 5:30am then broke out one of my toys for my 'sleeping pill' orgasm. I felt like the loneliest and horniest girl in the world.
Last nite D-boy took me to dinner. D-boy = Danny. This was originally supposed to be 'a double date'. Total cornball term from 1950's movies, I can't believe that's what he suggested we do when he called me earlier in the week. Danny, his brother from Whorelando, me and Nicki. But Nicki is done with all things Whorelando and knows that the doctor, Danny's brother, was only looking for a convenience fuck in Miami. So instead of Danny, Michael, Nicki and Sara, flash back 50 years, it would be Bobby, Tad, Veronica and Ginger going on a double date to the drive-in. No one in the Buick watching the horror flick double feature, we would all be 'making out'. Ewwww no wonder why Nicki took a pass on the past.
But I said yes to the dinner, I don't like passing up free meals especially since I find it impossible to cook for myself, cooking for one? Does it exist? Or is it just a facet of my anorexia that I find it hard to cook for myself. In any case, I felt like a restaurant meal, the whole schmiel. (I can't spell in Yiddish, slave fatfuck taught me phonetically.)
The awkward moment was after dinner, when Danny wanted to head out to any club that wasn't doing a Michael Jackson tribute, I had to concur, I could only take so much of hearing Thriller, Billie Jean remixes, etc etc over and over. So we went to a Cuban place. Danny is Brazilian, well his parents are, so I'm sure we passed for Cubano y Cubanita. I had my favorite Mojitos. Danny was getting amorous, to throw out an old-fashioned word, but I was resistant.
Somehow I can't stand the thought of fucking a guy who is like fucking quite a few other women, women I don't know, I feel like I'm just the calendar girl, log me in on the i-phone as the Friday nite fuck. Maybe I should just look at it like well I need to get fucked too, but there are other guys I have for that, who aren't such man-whores and one is who superstellar in bed. So it's ok for me to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want, I'm fronting a double standard, yet I want a guy to be more selective, more into me? Well yes, hell yes!!! Danny comes in 3rd in my fuck rankings right now. Do girls ever tell guys that? I'm sorry but you're like #3 on my fuck rankings, I'd rather text #1 or #2 to see if they're available.
Or check out new meat....
So I told him I had planned to work, meaning on Niteflirt, which was partially true, it was my back-up plan, so I told him I needed to get back home to hit my prime time, after midnite, make some $$$. He asked how much I expected to make. I wondered why he was asking. Was it out of curiosity? Or was he going to make an offer to buy me out for the nite? So I told him. He gave me a look, a look of disbelief that what I do on Niteflirt can yield that kind of rake. So? I said. There was this very awkward moment where he just looked at me. I could tell he was considering, considering, but he didn't reach for his wallet, didn't make the buy-out offer. Pussy. Total pussy. Because I know he has the money and it wouldn't be like I was a whore, at least by my definition, and even if, so what, I'd make it either way, in the real world or the virtual world.
So I left and caught a cab home. I shut off my cell phone too, I was that pissed. When I got home, I had that itchy feeling to check my cell phone to see if he had called and he had left a message for me to call him back, but I didn't, but there was a message from #1!!!! So I quickly called #1! but only got his VM, called again, VM. Called Nicole and called another girl I know he fucks to see if they were the lucky fuckees, but no. I knew Nicole would be working, but wanted to see if she would have faked a late arrival, flat tires are good excuses for that, in order to get fucked by #1. (Nicole gets more flat tires than anyone else I know hehe.) Then today, #1 called and apologized profusely, he fell asleep, exhausted, hmmmm....ok. I'll let it slip this time.
So I ended up on Niteflirt till 5:30am then broke out one of my toys for my 'sleeping pill' orgasm. I felt like the loneliest and horniest girl in the world.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Casa del Fatfuck Part II : Invasion of the Nurse Practitioners
Nicki went to see fatfuck Friday afternoon after her last class of the day in her summer CRNP program. She encountered the elusive creature known as Mrs. Fatfuck whom she reported was "a roly poly cow", with a platinum helmet of what might have been either hair or a wig. Mrs. Fatfuck was obviously aggravated by the commotion of all the visitors. She exchanged bitchy pleasantries with Nicki. "Oh you're studying to be a nurse practitioner, you're trying to put my sons out of business, you nurse practitioners. All the money we've invested in our sons' futures and nurse practitioners are taking over. At least you can't do surgeries, but who knows next they'll start training you to do that, they already have robots doing surgeries, so they might as well let you nurse practitioners cut people open too."
Nicki said fatfuck's heart rate skyrocketed as soon as she sashayed into his room. Fatfuck dismissed Cristobal so he could spend a few minutes alone with Nicki. (Oh the irony because we are shiksas!) He told Nicki he is proud that we have achieved the level we have in the medical field. My sister thanked fatfuck for his "contributions". "Couldn't have done it without you!"
The envelope I picked up from the law office of XYZ&X contained my usual weekly session amount. The envelope was handed to me by a secretary or paralegal who gave me some kind of smug look. I'm sure she was thinking I was fatfuck's plaything picking up a little play money until he could get back to playing live. Nicki gets to pick up her envelope on Monday. I bet the law office will be abuzz that fatfuck has 2 shiksa playthings! How could this be when he weighs close to 300 pounds and the lard must bury the playstick? Little do they know what we do to the playdoh-balls....
Nicki went to see fatfuck Friday afternoon after her last class of the day in her summer CRNP program. She encountered the elusive creature known as Mrs. Fatfuck whom she reported was "a roly poly cow", with a platinum helmet of what might have been either hair or a wig. Mrs. Fatfuck was obviously aggravated by the commotion of all the visitors. She exchanged bitchy pleasantries with Nicki. "Oh you're studying to be a nurse practitioner, you're trying to put my sons out of business, you nurse practitioners. All the money we've invested in our sons' futures and nurse practitioners are taking over. At least you can't do surgeries, but who knows next they'll start training you to do that, they already have robots doing surgeries, so they might as well let you nurse practitioners cut people open too."
Nicki said fatfuck's heart rate skyrocketed as soon as she sashayed into his room. Fatfuck dismissed Cristobal so he could spend a few minutes alone with Nicki. (Oh the irony because we are shiksas!) He told Nicki he is proud that we have achieved the level we have in the medical field. My sister thanked fatfuck for his "contributions". "Couldn't have done it without you!"
The envelope I picked up from the law office of XYZ&X contained my usual weekly session amount. The envelope was handed to me by a secretary or paralegal who gave me some kind of smug look. I'm sure she was thinking I was fatfuck's plaything picking up a little play money until he could get back to playing live. Nicki gets to pick up her envelope on Monday. I bet the law office will be abuzz that fatfuck has 2 shiksa playthings! How could this be when he weighs close to 300 pounds and the lard must bury the playstick? Little do they know what we do to the playdoh-balls....
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
The Mystery and Dilemma of Disappearing Slaves
First the toad hops away, then Nicole loses josephine. Both were lost to pussies, yes they started dating! How dare they! Nicole's slave Abe the Jeweler went senile and his family now keeps him locked away. Slave idiot is off the puppet stage right now, sobbing over his Amex bill. This, after Nicole pulled his strings for more goodies. Then her slave known as poolboy was supposed to be in town the first week of May for biz and play and she's sure he did hit town, but didn't get in touch with her and is avoiding her. Fucker.
I can't even recount how many slaves I scared away, one with my strap-on who ran off to Boston, or claimed he did, and changed his cell phone number to 617 to reflect that he left SoFlo and hit Mass, but I guess cellular companies can assign different cell numbers with a Beyonce finger-snap, so I think he was just cloaking. Because Ember thought she saw him at the Sagamore, while he was supposed to be in Beantown.
And now fatfuck is supposed to have quadruple bypass surgery. He says I seem to be more concerned about him than his wife. Go figure that. She's probably counting the beans that will spill her way, if he doesn't make it after they crack open his chest like a lobster. Me, I'm counting the beans I would lose.... Anyway, Nicki is back in town soon, sometime at the end of this month. She wants to re-appropriate fatfuck from me, but it looks like he'll be out of ballkicking commission for a while.
First the toad hops away, then Nicole loses josephine. Both were lost to pussies, yes they started dating! How dare they! Nicole's slave Abe the Jeweler went senile and his family now keeps him locked away. Slave idiot is off the puppet stage right now, sobbing over his Amex bill. This, after Nicole pulled his strings for more goodies. Then her slave known as poolboy was supposed to be in town the first week of May for biz and play and she's sure he did hit town, but didn't get in touch with her and is avoiding her. Fucker.
I can't even recount how many slaves I scared away, one with my strap-on who ran off to Boston, or claimed he did, and changed his cell phone number to 617 to reflect that he left SoFlo and hit Mass, but I guess cellular companies can assign different cell numbers with a Beyonce finger-snap, so I think he was just cloaking. Because Ember thought she saw him at the Sagamore, while he was supposed to be in Beantown.
And now fatfuck is supposed to have quadruple bypass surgery. He says I seem to be more concerned about him than his wife. Go figure that. She's probably counting the beans that will spill her way, if he doesn't make it after they crack open his chest like a lobster. Me, I'm counting the beans I would lose.... Anyway, Nicki is back in town soon, sometime at the end of this month. She wants to re-appropriate fatfuck from me, but it looks like he'll be out of ballkicking commission for a while.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Boom Boom Bank
As it turns out, Nicole's Superbowl rake was less than last year, well duh, last year the Superbowl was here! And it was boom boom bank for strippers last year. This year Nicole said she did ok, but whenever Nicole says she did ok, ok means ehhh.
Nicki will be moving back down to Miami area, she said, regardless if she's accepted in a P/A program. She has to get the eff out of Orlando for her sanity. But since she's a cash student, no loans, she'll most likely be accepted everywhere. She also wants to ply the slave trade again to make some bank.
In other news, I have a dinner booked with Danny on Friday nite, but told him he can't have the whole nite as I must amuse my remote slaves late nite. He's curious about my tele-domination, and has been trying to finesse my URL from both me and my sister. But I told him when I'm ready to reveal just how dominant and bitchy and conniving and controlling I am, I'll text it to him. Until then, he's dying of curiosity....
As it turns out, Nicole's Superbowl rake was less than last year, well duh, last year the Superbowl was here! And it was boom boom bank for strippers last year. This year Nicole said she did ok, but whenever Nicole says she did ok, ok means ehhh.
Nicki will be moving back down to Miami area, she said, regardless if she's accepted in a P/A program. She has to get the eff out of Orlando for her sanity. But since she's a cash student, no loans, she'll most likely be accepted everywhere. She also wants to ply the slave trade again to make some bank.
In other news, I have a dinner booked with Danny on Friday nite, but told him he can't have the whole nite as I must amuse my remote slaves late nite. He's curious about my tele-domination, and has been trying to finesse my URL from both me and my sister. But I told him when I'm ready to reveal just how dominant and bitchy and conniving and controlling I am, I'll text it to him. Until then, he's dying of curiosity....
Saturday, January 03, 2009
NYE TALLY
Nicki made about $1,000 before taxes.
Nicole made @ $2,000.
Me I sucked off a dick's dick and played snowball fight with the wad.
Me zero $. I should have worked at the club. Terry had called me earlier in the week and said he could use me on the floor. Like where else would I have worked, the ceiling??? I said no, I wanted to go out. I have learned my lesson, tis better to make $ than party and suck a big dick. At least you come home with cash instead of cum breath. I could have Niteflirted and Bottle Hostessed. I bet I would have rang in about $500 - $1,000 by sunrise. Spank me for being stupid.
Nicki made about $1,000 before taxes.
Nicole made @ $2,000.
Me I sucked off a dick's dick and played snowball fight with the wad.
Me zero $. I should have worked at the club. Terry had called me earlier in the week and said he could use me on the floor. Like where else would I have worked, the ceiling??? I said no, I wanted to go out. I have learned my lesson, tis better to make $ than party and suck a big dick. At least you come home with cash instead of cum breath. I could have Niteflirted and Bottle Hostessed. I bet I would have rang in about $500 - $1,000 by sunrise. Spank me for being stupid.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Whores!
I am just rolling in from NYE partying, I look like shit and feel like shit and....
For all of you who wanted to know what I was doing for New Year's....here is the recap. Like I am Miz Excitement, well of course I am. I went out with a few of my girlfriends to one club for drinks, debauchery and the countdown and then we jetted to Nicole's 20 (haha what's your 20) to catch some live action there. But Nicole was in a private room, only blondes were chosen for this top I mean topless secret party. So we wondered if Nicole's younger blonder nemesis Lori was also chosen, but big bad bouncer Antonio told us no, the club knows not to put those 2 piranhas in the same tank.
And in case you're wondering if a dick fell into my mouth on NYE, well yes, a dick fell into my mouth, but not Antonio's. It was some dude who comes to SOBE every year for NYE and I had hooked up with him a few years ago. I had erased him from my fuckee suckee memory file, due to: big dick attached to a big dick. He was all over me, I guess he didn't have any other action, so to get rid of him, I blew him. For the grande finale, I brought his wad up to his mouth and spit it in there. He said, girl you are nasty. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd have spit it back out, but damn girl. Then he told me he wanted me to come up to NYC to party up there. I told him only if one of my girlfriends could accompany and only if he were very spendy. When I told him how spendy, he said I wasn't that special. FUCKER! I should have kicked him in the balls. Put Visine in his drink. Something.... ASSHOLE! I told him he needed to suck more dick so he could afford me. Then the next thing I knew Taylor was pulling me away from him. Life Lesson: I shouldn't drink too much champagne, it sneaks up on me, it's like drinking ginger ale and before I know it, I've drunk way too much and do stupid stuff.
I'm still waiting to hear from Nicole about how much she raked in, I'm sure she made a mint. Nicki was also working the overnite ER shift on a holiday, big bucks. Now I feel guilty, I should have worked somewhere, Niteflirt or the club. I blew a nite, literally, and nothing to show for it, except a hangover when I wake up later this afternoon.
About the only positive note, the town was really hopping, it was good to see people around, lately Miami and Miami Beach were wearing the ghost town look, like you would expect to see tumbleweed blowing thru the deserted streets. The celebs were out in full force, supposedly alot of them get paid to show up at these clubs on NYE, imagine that. Whores! Nevertheless, all of us are whores, isn't it just a matter of price?
I am just rolling in from NYE partying, I look like shit and feel like shit and....
For all of you who wanted to know what I was doing for New Year's....here is the recap. Like I am Miz Excitement, well of course I am. I went out with a few of my girlfriends to one club for drinks, debauchery and the countdown and then we jetted to Nicole's 20 (haha what's your 20) to catch some live action there. But Nicole was in a private room, only blondes were chosen for this top I mean topless secret party. So we wondered if Nicole's younger blonder nemesis Lori was also chosen, but big bad bouncer Antonio told us no, the club knows not to put those 2 piranhas in the same tank.
And in case you're wondering if a dick fell into my mouth on NYE, well yes, a dick fell into my mouth, but not Antonio's. It was some dude who comes to SOBE every year for NYE and I had hooked up with him a few years ago. I had erased him from my fuckee suckee memory file, due to: big dick attached to a big dick. He was all over me, I guess he didn't have any other action, so to get rid of him, I blew him. For the grande finale, I brought his wad up to his mouth and spit it in there. He said, girl you are nasty. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd have spit it back out, but damn girl. Then he told me he wanted me to come up to NYC to party up there. I told him only if one of my girlfriends could accompany and only if he were very spendy. When I told him how spendy, he said I wasn't that special. FUCKER! I should have kicked him in the balls. Put Visine in his drink. Something.... ASSHOLE! I told him he needed to suck more dick so he could afford me. Then the next thing I knew Taylor was pulling me away from him. Life Lesson: I shouldn't drink too much champagne, it sneaks up on me, it's like drinking ginger ale and before I know it, I've drunk way too much and do stupid stuff.
I'm still waiting to hear from Nicole about how much she raked in, I'm sure she made a mint. Nicki was also working the overnite ER shift on a holiday, big bucks. Now I feel guilty, I should have worked somewhere, Niteflirt or the club. I blew a nite, literally, and nothing to show for it, except a hangover when I wake up later this afternoon.
About the only positive note, the town was really hopping, it was good to see people around, lately Miami and Miami Beach were wearing the ghost town look, like you would expect to see tumbleweed blowing thru the deserted streets. The celebs were out in full force, supposedly alot of them get paid to show up at these clubs on NYE, imagine that. Whores! Nevertheless, all of us are whores, isn't it just a matter of price?
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Flakes
Dr. Kickballs, Nicki's slave, evaporated within 2 weeks. He couldn't reconcile that he had submissive yearnings with I-am-god-like uber-powers as an ER doctor. Couple that evaporation along with slave josephine leaving Nicole after years of servitude!!!
Nicole had a good cry into her beer amped by several shots of Cuervo. Honestly, I don't think Nicole managed her slave properly. Part of slave ownership is retention, making sure you give your slave enough 'attaboys' or rewards. The fault of Nicole, and my fault as well in prior M\s relationships, is that we feel our beauty and superiority is enough to keep a slave bound to us, like a moth to the light. We are stunned when the moth takes flight and leaves us. We can't believe it was anything we did or didn't do, because, we default to our beauty and superiority.
Dr. Kickballs, Nicki's slave, evaporated within 2 weeks. He couldn't reconcile that he had submissive yearnings with I-am-god-like uber-powers as an ER doctor. Couple that evaporation along with slave josephine leaving Nicole after years of servitude!!!
Nicole had a good cry into her beer amped by several shots of Cuervo. Honestly, I don't think Nicole managed her slave properly. Part of slave ownership is retention, making sure you give your slave enough 'attaboys' or rewards. The fault of Nicole, and my fault as well in prior M\s relationships, is that we feel our beauty and superiority is enough to keep a slave bound to us, like a moth to the light. We are stunned when the moth takes flight and leaves us. We can't believe it was anything we did or didn't do, because, we default to our beauty and superiority.
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