Bye Bye Lexus!!!

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

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

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

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

Judith: That is privileged information

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

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

{Pause}

Judith: My bras are not for men!

Me: Hahaha

{Pause}

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

Judith: SOLD!

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

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

Nicole and I have a Fan!

You are so incrediably cruel to men. I've been beating off a lot to your journal reading about how you take porn-addicted losers like me and push them even further down the gutter, to the point that they lose everything, end up living in a cardboard box, and still have to beat off to you nightly while thinking about what a bitch you are! Fuck, you're an unfair manipulating beautiful teasing bitch! I love it when you force guys to pound hard liquor while beaing off until they pass the fuck out. I hope that I can find you available for calls sometime soon so that I can get a seriously hard forced intox and chronic masturbation session from you. All I am is a loser and a chronic masturbator. I beat off at least 6 times per day to thoughts of hot girls like you and your friend Nicole rejecting me, humiliating me, and openly laughing in my face at how pathetic I am. My entire "love life" consists of gigs of humiliation porn, my balled up fist, and industrial-sized jars of vaseline. I do hope that I'm able to contact you soon. And may I ask if your hot friend Nicole has an nf acct, a blog, or anything) so that I can try to contact and serve her as well? It is so unfair how you two use your beauty to take advantage of stupid horney men like me. But being taken advantage or, rejected, humiliated, and laughed at is all that I stroke and squirt to while pounding down as much hard cheap booze as I can.

ps from Sara - Nicole doesn't have an online life unless you count Facebook and she won't reveal her Facebook to losers like you!

Flip Flopping

Since some of you begged to hear what is up with my latest slaves, here are a few morsels for your delectation. nuts gave me a really nice tooled leather purse from Rio along with some really pretty intricately beaded flip flops. He knows I have a purse addiction, lol, and he has a flip flop addiction. He's addicted to me beating his balls with flip flops. So of course I had to break in my new flip flops, not just wear them. Since they have leather soles, I needed to scuff them up a bit so they weren't so slippery when walking, but also the leather was really evil to smack his balls with, that inimitable sound. So I was happy with what nuts bought me while he was in Brazil for Mardi Gras since fatfuck let me down when he went to Hawaii and came back with lame tourist-y gifts.

Have I heard from my Forced Intox slave? No, not the slave featured here on my blog, but I have heard from another Forced Intox slave who loves draining a bottle of Jack Daniels and then passing out till his money runs out on Niteflirt. I hear him snoring and I put the phone down and then I collect his money. I'm sure he wakes up with a hella hangover and a hella ding to his credit card. While I wake up with a nice hella bunch of Niteflirt dollars!