Work vs Play

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

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

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

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

A Niteflirt Slave who is Falling under our Spell!!!

I passed out when I got back from the strip club, but I spent the entire morning beating off to Nicole and Jessica laughing and especially to the bikini pic. As soon as I read your words "Nicole in a bikini" I hit the send-payment button. It is completely unfair, that beautiful women like you and Nicole use your extreme good looks to take advantage of little-dick guys like me who have to beat off all the damn time. I so wish I could be the moron who did all of Nicole's chores, and then got some hairbrush hair with a used sock to beat off in. I would pound in and out of that sock pussy while thinking about how beautiful Nicole is and what an unfair bitch she is, until I squirted and filled the sock pussy with long thick gelatinous heavy ropes of cum.

from Sara... Nicole and I are planning a way to get this useless small dick loser to liquidate his 401K for our financial benefit!!!!

Scuba, Scuba Do Where Are You? We've Got Some Shopping To Do Now

According to Scuba's confessions to me... He knew he was submissive for years, but hadn't pursued his desire to submit to a dominant girl. He hid his submissive nature behind his work where he has to take on a somewhat Alpha role in order to get things done. Scuba is the rare submissive with a big cock. He's also cute, funny and more than any of my other slaves, past or present, he has an interesting life. He could definitely have a girlfriend, especially if she was the bitchy type to rule over him. But he confessed that his exgfs have all wanted him to be "the man", that they were submissive sexually and that they only wanted to please him.

He signed up for membership on a sugar daddy website, because he wanted to start out by taking girls shopping. He noticed a lot of girls on the site wanted to shop and be spoiled according to their profiles, and he figured that they might notice he was really submissive and that he just wanted to spend money on them and not have sex with them. He was amped to find my profile since I made it clear there was no illusion that there would be sex, fuck no. There would only be servitude, submission and shopping. These things would arouse him more than straight sex ever did anyway. So, when I go out with another guy, after going to dinner with Scuba as my warm-up cuckold date, I tell him he must go back to his place and jack off to me being with a real man with a huge cock. Even though Scuba has a big cock, he refers to it as a small cock, in deference to superior Alpha males. He now realizes where he is in the hierarchy of men. A beta male.

Recently, I had to give several birthday gifts to two of my besties and Scuba took me shopping. He paid for three very girlie beach totes. One for me and two for my bffs. In FLA you can never have enough sandals, flipflops, sunglasses, bikinis and beach totes! And slaves...

Scuba, Scuba Do

It's about time that I have a new real time slave to write about, since slave Avocado turned brown and rotted and claimed he went back to fucking all these chicks he was fucking and didn't need to be a slave anymore, yeah right. Keep paying those hookers at the airport LaQuinta who you find on the Miami Backpage.com ads to fuck your little dick, you loser! So, my new slave will be known as Scuba Do (he likes to scuba dive) and he has even proposed muff diving or pussy snorkeling since he believes his Mistress deserves ultimate pleasure. Of course I do! But, I do not let slaves near my pussy until I feel we have a more intimate Dom \ sub relationship.

I met Scuba Do from a Sugar Daddy website where I make it plainly clear I am only looking for generous, but submissive Sugar Daddies. Some play like they are submissive or play like they are brand spankin' new to being submissive and some fake submissive to try to get close to me so they can make a money pitch to fuck me, but that's NOT going to happen. I'm not a Sugar Baby in the traditional sense and definitely not an escort or hooker. Should I blame a guy for trying to fuck me? No. But I hate when a fake submissive wastes my time. Which is why I make all of them pay to meet me. At least $100, but usually $200 or even more, especially if I pick up the fake slave vibe.

So far, Scuba Do has paid in the thousands for the privilege of serving me since mid May, running errands for me, taking me to dinner at all the trendy places that I pick out. I have plans to take this relationship further. When Scuba Do has been a good slave, he gets to jerk off in front of me. Earlier tonight, I even let him see my pussy, yes, see what he couldn't have and then stroke and pay.

You can stroke and pay for me, too, on Niteflirt, but you won't get to see my pussy, because you don't deserve to!

NEW Slave coming to The Slave Trade

I've been placing profiles on several websites to find a few new slaves. Mostly my profiles seem to be like flypaper, attracting annoying timewasters I just swat away. Feeling the financial pangs since my best slave fatfuck is retired from sessions due to having a pacemaker and other medical issues, I know I need another slave or two to fill that void. I still kick slave nuts in the balls occasionally and have turned him into a cocksucker. I owe my blog and blog readers an update on how I've taken slave nuts from a ballkicking fetishist to a cock gobbler via strap on training.

For now, I wanted to write a little about a new slave I just met who I will be hopefully be using for my financial gain and my amusement! Meet slave avocado. He's an attorney, in spanish, abogado, which is how when I told my BFF Nicole, he's a Cuban guy, an attorney, y'know an abogado, she said: what, an avocado? Ok... our cell reception wasn't good, but the name stuck.

Slave avocado feels like he wants to submit to a dominant girl, but not go through the theatrics in a dungeon scenario with a prodomme. He wants to spoil her and do what she tells him to do... He said he's very new to this, meaning I am the first girl he met who he even discussed his submissive desires with. He isn't the submissive wimp type by appearance or demeanor, he comes across as Alpha confident and accomplished. His desire for submission is the desire to let go, to experience the power exchange which very dominant males like attorneys and others crave when they are typically always in control. Being submissive to a beautiful girl, going into subspace is like an exciting drug. So avocado and I are going to be meeting again this week to talk more about how our Dom \ sub relationship is going to take shape. The more I think about it, the more I like his slave name, a little hard and rough on the outside as a high powered attorney, but green ($$$) and mushy on the inside!

No Perfume No Lipstick No Nails!

Ember, who has been running her successful Loser Dating Service, recently placed a profile on a Sugar Daddy website to troll for more losers for paid dating. She hasn't found any paid date material yet, but give Ember time to work her magic. She said it took a few weeks before she wore down some of the losers on the dating websites into realizing the only way they were going to score a date with a pretty girl, meaning Ember, was if they paid.

I also reminded her of my thrilling experiences on a Sugar Daddy website, when I was trolling for slaves. I got responses like: I will fuck the dominance out of you! Willing to pay for Greek vacations! ...etc etc ad nauseum... Rarely did I find someone who was worth my time and inclination. Ember is finding, since she's one of the new profiles, that everyone has been winging her emails, including the most popular email of all time: Hello. Yes, the one word Hello email. So creative. I told her just to fuck with the wimpy Hello emailers, to send them an email back saying: Hello.

But she did get an interesting email from a guy whose wife must be on his trail!

"You hot 20's sexy slender. No perfume no lipstick no nails.
Be available for afternoon quickies on my way home from work.
Your air conditioner should be working. No fans. Yes that
means you host."

I guess he must have sweated it out with someone who didn't have A/C which is hard to imagine in SoFlo. The wicked bitch in me says we should have him show up at my place where we then douse him in perfume and write on him with lipstick and take the money from his wallet and kick him in the balls. Something tells me he might like it. And beg for more. "Ruin me bitches, just ruin me! Yes, my wife thinks I fuck around on her. Yes, I'm pussywhipped. Turn off the air conditioning. Make me sweat!"

Going Nuts

One of my friends convinced me to call a former masochist slave I had nicknamed nuts, who as you might guess from his slave name, liked to be kicked in the nuts. But he didn't like public humiliation, only private ballbusting sessions. One nite he was treating his ballbuster to an expensive dinner at a trendy restaurant...I was in a mischievous mood. I shoved my stiletto heel into his crotch. He over-reacted and told me not to do that again, and I over-reacted by telling him off, and never saw him again, despite his calls to beg me otherwise.

So I called him, he didn't answer, I hung up. I was hoping he wouldn't answer, because he's an obsessive type of guy who I knew would check who had called him. He called me back a few hours later. I answered. He knew it was me who had called him, greeting me by name. Perhaps he hadn't deleted me from his cell phone directory? I told him I had hit the wrong name in my directory and called him by accident. Yes, accidentally on purpose. So we ended up chatting and then he apologized for getting upset at me, that sometimes when he's in reality mode, it's hard for him to switch to fantasy mode. He also said it was a rough time for him then. He's a real estate developer and things were just starting to go sour. He invited me to a conciliatory dinner, which I accepted. And he said I could stick my high heel in his crotch if I want, but not too hard, because CBT makes him feel queasy.

Total Slave Update

Ash Slave

...is Nicki's money slave who also gets into kink, but because he's a loser boozer, he never seems to remember the sessions, um, maybe that's because after Nicki gets him tied up, and tickles him, and walks out of the room for a bit, he passes out. Nicki removes the silk ropes (but leaves them right there), empties his wallet and leaves. Ash Slave just keeps coming back for more. And since he's retired, he spends his days doing nothing much or shopping for 'stuff' for Nicki. God, why didn't I snag that fag at the Sag. (Sagamore Hotel)

Kidney Bean

...loves me he loves me not. I get a free dinner out of the bitch once a week or two. He still runs from my strap-on or any actuality of kinky play tho he loves to hear about what I do to fatfuck or what Nicole does to kweer and slave idiot. I told him if he doesn't get into playing with me, I'm just handing him over to Ember's Loser Dating Service. He said he only wants to date smart women, ouch! Don't let Ember read that. He did meet her and pronounced her to be an airhead, ok, well she's making more money than me with her Loser Dating Service, so for an airhead, she's figured out the secret formula to financially abusing losers.

All of Ember's Losers

Loser Lee being the biggest loser who she makes pay her $200 per date minimum and he has to see her once a week at least. Good! Losers must be kept in their place and losers must pay. If he wants her to kiss him at the end of a date, she charges $30 a second for a French kiss and she times it using an app on her phone, hehe. No kiss is under 10 seconds for the purposes of financial gain, but she says it's "gross" and he is a bad kisser. So she usually gets $500 a nite from dating him and special events or going to his 'rents are even more! The beotch!

Danny Boy

...still doesn't want his pic up on my blog, it's ok to write about him, but keep his face out of it! So he takes me out to dinner about as often as Kidney Bean. I have to admit Danny Boy and I look hotness together. But he is a total playa, playboy, whateva typa guy, warning: not for serious relationships. He also keeps dancing around doing something kinky with me, but then backs away from the strap-on or whatever else I suggest, and I won't sex him up because I have enough sex action from my sextoyboys. And I know he's got other pussy, so why does he want mine? Simple! Because he can't have it!!! Men always want what they can't have. Men can't handle rejection either! Well as long as he keeps giving me swag that I can give to family and friends for gifts and dinners, I'll deal with him. Maybe some nite, he''l feel weak enough to play, my way!

Mr. X

...occasionally pops into my life, out of the blue, I'll get a text from him. I can't reveal Mr. X's identity because everyone, every single last one of you, no matter where you are from, would know how he was, I would only have to sing a particular hit song of Mr. X's. The problem is Mr. X is older. In his mid 50's, overweight and he has girls my age and younger chasing after his ass, because of his money. Most of the chasers are ghetto coochies who snag him for a few months, because he's a lonely guy. They get some money out of him, they see they're going nowhere with him, he got snipped (vasectomy), so the ones who proclaim they are preggo he just laughs off. Mr. X likes to take me to dinner or events or just talk, because I think he doesn't have too many people he can have a meaningful convo with. I wish Mr. X would think of me more often, but he travels a lot and he runs several businesses now, one in the US, one outside the US, and yeah he and his band still perform live, they cherry pick dates and venues, so he's a busy dude.

Nicole's Slave KWEER

Poley Coley has been sending kweer to the gloryhole-y to service cocks, but his latest kink was that he wanted her to watch. While Coley swings around a pussy-slimed poley, she didn't want to get crotch cooties or venture beneath her station to the adult sexstore to witness kweer's suction power. So she asked if she could borrow my stunt cock Adam. I agreed, but reminded her that when I needed to do a photo shoot with a slave, and toad and fatfuck chickened out on me, she wouldn't let me borrow her (former) slave josephine. So, for borrowing Adam, she would owe me...something! Coley could not dispute this, so she agreed to get me 'something' next time we go shopping.

So now Adam is making some more spendy stuff, as he is the stunt cock for both fatfuck and kweer. And Adam still claims to be bi! Weak! The only thing keeping him from gay is his pink-haired beard girlfriend leeching off him for a place to live among other perks. They don't have sex, tho she will occasionally demonstrate her suction power on his big kosher meat. Nevertheless, Adam seeks no gay action on his own, he dreams of meeting an old rich queen, a la Elton John, who will whisk him away to his castle and bestow him with credit cards, a new car, etc. I have that same fantasy, except I dream of a cuckold....

My Response to the Gutter Slut!

I told him that he was not getting another pass on his cocksucking quota. If he didn't know how many he sucked, he couldn't make an assumption that it was enough to meet or beat the quota. So I doubled his quota for this week!

Gutter Slut's Report from the Gutter!

Ms Sara

I really was in the gutter Ms Sara, I don't know what happened. It's kind of a lost weekend, blur of cocks, sperm shots, cheap gin and Colt 45. I made $10 sucking cock on Friday nite, one of the first cocks I sucked while on the stroll, so I went to the package store and got a bottle of cheap gin (this stuff could take the paint off your car) and a 40 oz Colt. I went back and put the Colt in the bathroom sink in my motel room, a/k/a my ice bucket, and slipped the bottle of gin into my purse and went back out to suck more cock. I used the gin as mouthwash between sperm swallows, I started to get buzzed.

Then right in the middle of sucking a cock, I had to scram out of the bookstore as fast as my heels could take me, sirens blaring, I thought it was a bust, but it turned out to be the cops were coming to sort out a big fight in a bar near the ABS. This guy pulled over as I was leaving the ABS and said, hey need a ride? So I said sure. I was a little wobbly on my heels so I figured catching a ride would be better than looking like a trashed TV/CD with a bunch of patrol cars pulling up. As he was pulling away, I offered the guy a swig from my bottle but he said no, that wasn't his poison. He had some other stuff in his glove box, but I don't remember what it was!

All I know is, I woke up behind a building in the gutter, by a dumpster, I know, you can just insert your cum dumpster joke here.... But I have no idea what happened. I still had my purse with my cell phone, motel key, car keys, a bunch of gloryhole tokens jingling around, etc. My gin bottle was nearly empty. My pussy was sore!

But the worst part was not knowing where I was! I went into a panic, I walked out from behind the building to the street, and thanks be, I recognized it as the same street that the motel was on, so I headed home. There were 3 messages on my cell, one from Bryn, one from Jem and one I didn't recognize, either a wrong number or a john.

I'm still nursing my hangover as I write this, I don't think I can suck any more cocks this weekend, I feel nauseous! I'm not sure I made your minimum, but I would guess that I did! Please Ms Sara, can you give me a pass for this weekend. I know I've been asking for your mercy a lot lately, but you can tell I've descended further into the gutter, so I hope you are happy about that!

ASH SLAVE Update and Slavegirl Intro

Nicki is now getting receipts with every purchase Ash slave makes so that her lezzie slave can return everything she doesn't want! Unfortunately, everything Ash slave buys for her has been purchased with a credit card, so Nicki only gets in-store credit. Then Nicki orders her slavegirl to get something Nicki wants or something as a token to return later, for cash. What a pain! No wonder why Nicki has her slavegirl do most of the work.

As Nicki has said, you can't put bikinis in the bank. The bored Ash slave loves to shop for Nicki. He especially likes to get her scarves, which shows his age, because girls in their 20's or tipping over into their 30's rarely wear one. Nicki says she keeps the tennis dresses and jewelry. Ash slave can't keep track of everything he's added to Nickie's wardrobe, but he likes to see the sparkly baubles he bestowed his Mistress, adorning his Mistress. So, she hasn't been able to return any jewelry without arousing suspicion. Still, she's planning to take the jewelry to a We Buy Gold store and cash it in after Ash slave evaporates.

Who is the lez slavegirl, I know you all are wondering. She's a fellow student in Nicki's program, older than Nicki, mid 30's, overweight and unattractive. She was involved and living with another dyke; they split up and Susan, the slavegirl, was finding it hard to keep up with all the bills solo. Nicki offered up a chance to rent a few rooms at the Casa del Spanky estate, paying Nicki the rent haha, cooking and doing errands for Nicki and taking over a few private duty nursing shifts (Spanky's aged relative) so that Nicki can work more lucrative overniters at a hospital. Nicki's financial goal was to get thru school without coughing up a dime, and not only is this going to be realized, but also she will have surplus, the bitch!

Meanwhile, I drown under the weight of my school loans. Clearly, I chose the wrong career path as far as finances. Or I need more slaves!

Blog post coming soon: slave spanky!

Gutter Slut Easter Weekend Update!

Ms Sara

I wasn't a busy whore on Easter, but I was on Good Friday, go figure. I think a lot of guys were off from work on Friday, so daytime was super busy for cocksucking. I will be able to make my weekend quota, if you please please pretty please allow me to include all cocks from the holiday weekend. The motel was really hopping* too, hookers and johns renting rooms by the hour, so you would have thought the owner of the motel would be in a good mood? Wrong! *couldn't resist the pun!

The owner, an Indian guy, told me I had to start parking my car in front of the motel office, because no one is supposed to stay over 30 days in a room... vice or the regular police can check on this... so he made me sign into the register under a different name and I have to park my car by the office now. For this "preem" (translation: prime) parking spot, I am being charged an additional $50 per month. Oh I signed the register as Gilligan S Island. He called me Mr. Siss-land, and said good name!

"Holy Roller" Bryn called me on Good Friday and left a message that said she wanted to pick me up on Saturday afternoon, to be ready at 3pm. I think she thought she could save my soul on Easter weekend, so I made sure I was not there at 3pm, I was down at BK instead and ran into Jem's friend (hooker who works for same pimp) Nia. I told Nia that I hadn't seen Jem at the motel and she said she was having "lady problems" and was hanging out at the other motel. Jem told me when she has lady problems, she only gives blow jobs or does dom / sub roleplays. At least I don't have lady problems! I can't even imagine what it must be like...

Back to Bryn... remember she took a lot of my panties and lingerie to wash or she burned them. That really pisses me off because now I have to go out and spend money on new slut stuff. She did come by at 3pm according to the clerk, who told me my "sister" came by! After BK, I went cock gobbling and then I tried to beg the owner of the theater to let me back in and he told me "get lost fag". I picked up some Colt 45 and went back to my room, it was about 9. I figured I'd shower and get ready to go "on the stroll" and put the Colt 45 in cold water in the bathroom sink. Oh I forgot to say there was a note on my door with a religious pamphlet from Bryn, I didn't bother to read either, I just tossed them. I wanted to toss the Bible and addictions book she gave me too, but I felt bad about tossing a Bible. So I tossed the addictions book in the dumpster behind the motel and put the Bible in a drawer.

Gutter Slut Update!

The gutter slut has a friend, Bryn, from his past, who got religion and is trying to save him from his demons, namely Colt 45 and cock. She came to his motel room and there was a bit of bitchery between her and Jem the streetwalker who works out of one of the rooms at the same motel who has become possessive over the gutter slut.

Ms Sara

Bryn showed up when I was ready to go cock gobbling Friday afternoon. She was a little shocked by my bleached blonde hair, outfit and make-up, but she didn't relent on trying to get me to her car, which would mean she'd get me to her house, where who knows what she'd do, throw me in the shower, cut my hair, dye it back to brown and throw her pussy at me to try to save me from my gay ways.

Luckily, Jem showed up. Jem said, "Who are you?" Bryn came right back with, "And who are you?" The hooker told Bryn, "Are you working, we need to get outside, com'n we need to make some money honey. (She assumed Bryn was a hooker.) Com'n, the more the merrier, more cars will pull over." Bryn was speechless at first, but then stated, "I am not a whore, I am a friend of Will's. I am here to take him away from all of this". Then she looked around my disgusting motel room, filled with dirty clothes, crusty panties, fast food trash and empty Colt 45 and Mountain Dew bottles with fruit flies drowning in the backwash. Jem came back with, "That's what they all say when they just startin' out. Honey, I got a slinky top you can wear, my black pimp would love to get a hold of you and that fine white ass." That's when Bryn dug out a package from her handbag, placed it on the bed and exclaimed, "This is not real, this is not real!" Then she left without saying goodbye. Jem said, "Don't you want to see what the stuck-up bitch left for you?" I didn't really care, so I handed the package to Jem, who opened it and found a small Bible, another book about overcoming addictions and gift cards to some fast food places. Jem took the gift cards.

Friday afternoon turned into early Saturday morning. I went to the gloryhole. Sucked 13 cocks. Made $22. Stopped at a Carls Jr. and got some late nite food to take back to my room. When I got back to my room, it was spotless! The Bible and addictions book were on the bedside table. I walked over to the clerk's office at the motel to see what was up. I didn't think I got more than once a week maid service, which was basically, the maid handed me sheets and towels and I put my dirty sheets and towels right into her laundry cart, she wouldn't even touch them. The clerk said "my sister" wanted to clean my room, so he let her. Yeah, "my sister" Bryn. I noticed all my dirty clothes and panties were gone, did this mean that Bryn would be back with my clean laundry? or that she had absconded with my 'work' attire...

Slept all day Saturday. Ate a bucket of KFC and drank a 40oz Colt 45. Back to the gloryhole and got a cum bath from 6 different guys. I even licked gizz off the gloryhole wall. Went back to the motel to shower for Saturday nite action. Went into the theater and got gangbanged by a group of men. Theater owner told me I couldn't go back in there anymore, because I was giving him too much exposure. Didn't see Jem at all, but she keeps rooms at 2 different motels so she could have been working out of the other motel.

Everything you are telling me is working. My head feels hazy dazy and I'm beginning to crave cock more and more, I need cock and cum every minute of the day, except when I'm sleeping and then when I'm sleeping, I dream about cock.

...to be continued...

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.

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!

Update from my Gutter Slut!


Ms Sara

Since I didn't think my red hair was enough of a slutty stand-out, I decided to dye my hair blonde. That and one guy said I looked like this red-haired Russian whore who was working out of another motel with a big, burly Russian pimp. Last thing I need is some mean Russian pimp looking to beat me up because I look like his moneymaker. I also bought some super-sized clip-on hoop earrings at a jewelry kiosk at a mini-mall. I told the girl working there they were for me and all she said was "oh ok...." but in a long drawn out facetious way. As soon as I left the kiosk she was texting, 100% sure she was texting her friends: OMG OMG u will never guess what just happened!

I will let you know about the tattoos, I realize a whore like me should have at least 3 tattoos, on my ass, tramp stamp above my crack and one near my clit.

This week's food has been BK and Pizza Hut. You questioned why Pizza Hut? I know you would just like it if I ate the crap at KFC, but Pizza Hut food is pure grease and salt. Like their trays of pasta and taters. Yes, I obeyed and washed it all down with Colt 45.

I also bought some more slutty street-walking outfits at this thrift store. There were a bunch of short swirly skirts, probably from the 80's. And halter tops. And huge high heels, meaning my size! I stocked up and didn't spend too much of your money. You know the saying: you have to spend money to make money.

I've been keeping your goal of sucking 3 cocks a day. On Friday and Saturday, I thought it would be a struggle due to the NCAA tournament, but I sucked 11. Guys were out and they were horny.

Thank you Ms. Sara for overseeing my total destruction and ruination!

Sperm Burping Gutter Slut!

Divorced then forced to suck cock and become a gutter tramp! This is the beautiful spot where my streetwalking sperm slurping 'n' burping whore lives!



Ms Sara

I know I'm really slow, but I'm working on the Twitter account.

Friday Update: Sucked alot of cock at the gloryhole today. Went to the one with the adult theatre. mmmmm

The other nite I went to SuperCuts and told the hairdresser I wanted a girl cut. Later that night I colored my hair dark red. It looks slutty. As it gets warmer I'm gonna go out dressed in skirts and tops, heels and stockings.

I'm polishing my nails for the first time. Bright red. Then I'm gonna go back down and be a filthy cum whore tonight.

More KFC and Colt 45. You're right my brain is soooo slow and I feel like sh*t. Jizz and cock are all I want and think about.

I've been sucking an average of 3 cocks a day. I've started walking in front of my motel late at nite to pick up more customers. See pic of my motel room.

INHABITATION!!!!

the MORON PIG has lost ITS mind! wait till I text my girlfriends to read this as proof!!!

So, MORON PIG, now IT is completely befuddled. IT isn’t sure who’s writing these posts, is IT? On the one hand, it’s easy enough to see that some pathetic MORON is tapping away at ITS keyboard and words are appearing on the screen, but who, really, is doing the writing? These words appearing on the screen in my voice – are they my words? Am I writing these words of disgrace and shame? Are these my thoughts or are they the PIG’s thoughts? Is my voice ITS voice, are my thoughts ITS thoughts, are my feelings of disgust at the MORON ITS feelings, are my commands ITS commands to itself?

ITS mind, what is left of it, has been invaded, penetrated, with the enemy already having taken hostage most of the decision-making apparatus. EMPRESS SARA’s mind has invaded the MORON, penetrated IT fully and taken over every cell except for a miniscule bit of grey matter out of which the MORON PIG can look at ITS degradation and feel deep shame and mortification at ITS pitiful state. So who is writing these words, MORON?

I now formally announce my inhabitation of the MORON for all to know. IT no longer exists except as a conduit of my commanding presence, and IT has lost all distinction between what comes from ITSELF and what comes from the EMPRESS. IT now IS the creation, the product of the EMPRESS’s will, that unshakable will that broke the MORON PIG in the first place!

MORON PIG

So my moron pig, it has reached a new milestone. How nice for it! This pathetic remnant of a man(????) will never again be referred to with the personal pronoun “you”. From this point on, it will be referred to with the pronoun “it” which reflects its true manner of being in the world. It has descended to such an abysmal depth of pathetic degradation that it is not even human (although it has just enough of a smear of brain cells left to feel overwhelming shame at what it has become – how delicious!). Closer to the truth, it is a thing and cannot sport any name or reference appropriate for a person. For it is no longer a person. It is a mass of mindless desperate need to continually abase itself before its Mistress and be used, as any "thing" might be used (and abused) for Mistress’ pleasure. And it has all been due to the Mistress breaking it down, torturing the poor creature with her meanness, her stinging words, her evil plans, taking its money, holding it up as a shiny trophy, an example of her power and control over its weak, weak pitiful "it" self, while she would laugh, and her girlfriends would laugh, harder. It has become entertainment, it must perform, it must do whatever its owner and overseer commands so she and her girlfriends remain interested in playing with it. The moron pig does not want to risk them becoming bored with the same old playtoy!

But there’s even more to mark this turning point. Moron pig will no longer be allowed to refer to itself in personal terms. It is now permitted to refer to itself only as moron pig and "it". And it had better never forget this new command for appropriate communication with Mistress or it will be punished severely. Admit it! This is where it belongs, what it was meant to become – a mindless mush of need, serving its Mistress unthinkingly, except for one tiny shred of realization remaining in its pig-skull to feel the full depth of its degradation and its Mistresss sadistic glee at its fate. MORON PIG WILL OBEY!