Showing posts with label xxxmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label xxxmas. Show all posts

Friday, January 02, 2015

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.


Saturday, September 11, 2010

slave idiot Paid for Nicole's Birthday Haul!

If slave idiot had not surfaced (up periscope!) for Nicole's 29th birthday, Nicole probably would have hunted him down and beaten him with her CBT hairbrush. slave idiot took Nicole on a shopping spree: clothes clothes accessories more clothes. He got face slapped, spit on and ballbusted. (Nicole has perfected a ballbusting maneuver while slave idiot stands on the sidewalk, opens the driver's side door and rear door to his SUV giving them some privacy, then Nicole delivers her field goal kick right between the uprights.) After his nutbusting, slave idiot gingerly climbed into his SUV. Nicole beat his cock and balls with her CBT hair brush, cleaned out the tangled strands of her natural blonde hair and gave him "the only bush" she informed the pathetic idiot would ever get. He had to sniff the bush while he jerked into his sock pussy. Down periscope.

Amex haul, over a thousand, which means slave idiot will not resurface for a few months, but hopefully in time for XXXmas. We held a birthday gala for Nicole and the theme was "geriatric stripper": we gave her a cane, support hose, an old-fashioned girdle, phone books to sit on in her Mustang, etc. She was pissed off, but ultimately, with enough Margaritas, she got over it. Though facing the realities of being 29 as a stripper, as a stripper who only started stripping 8 years ago to pay for college, and now continues to strip because she claims to have ADHD, claims she can't hold down a real job, claims this, claims that, why doesn't she just admit, I'm a career dancer?

Thursday, December 24, 2009


If- (Was A Night Before Christmas)


If you can ask Santa for another year of celibacy, when all about you

Are kissing under misletoe and blaming it on you,

If you can worship Black Bulls so that girls humiliate you,

But make allowance for Empress Sara's teasing too;

If you can send Christmas wishes to Sara, Nicole and Ember, as you're cruelly berated,

But never pretend to be hung, don't deal in lies,

If you're there to be laughed at, don't give up because you're hated,

Accept your place this winter, and your feeble penis size:



If you can dream of Sara - and pay her every Xmas Bonus Buck

If you can think of Her - and make those thoughts your aim

If you can hope for girls to go black, and accept that white boys suck,

And encourage real men to hit on your most beloved old flame;

If you can bear to hear the brutal truth the Goddess has spoken

And look upon Santa as a cuckolded fool,

Realizing that, to Mrs Claus, he is no more than a token,

As on Christmas Eve she's filled and thrilled with Big Black tools:



If you collect all your presents, cash and trimmings

And send them to Ruiness Sara who is your true Boss,

And when you've paid, start next year at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and mind and purse

To serve your Empress for now and forever,

And accept your shriveled, snow white willy is the worst

But that being owned by sweet Sara is worth the endeavor!



If you can sing your Christmas Carols with meaning and virtue,

Then talk with Size Queens you can never touch,

If the hotties in red Xmas stockings laugh at, and hurt you,

And this makes your lil' dick stand out, but none too much;

If you can fill 2009's final minute

With sixty seconds' worth of Niteflirt fun,

You belong in Sara's Playroom, with everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Yuletide Cuckold, every last one!


Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) & Peewee (1976-Present Day)

peewee that is truly amazing, I went back online to read the original poem and you've crafted something quite extraordinary! Merry XXXmas! ~ Ruiness Sara
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.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Happy Holidays from me and Nicole!



I'll be home for Christmas....home here in FLA that is. Will spend a few hours with my Dad then go up to Mom's for her annual Italian food feast. My sister is going to work so she can make like $1,000 doing a 12 hour nursing shift, but will be at Mom's for a few hours before she has to don her scrubs. My sister doesn't mind working around the holidays as the iota of altruism in her drives her to work so that one other nurse with a family doesn't have to. My Mom also wants to indulge her George Clooney crush and see 'Up in the Air' with me. I don't know if I'm going to be tortured for 2 hours or surprised if I end up liking the film.

Since some of you have asked if I want anything for XXXmas, well yes! Amazon e-gift certificates would be awesome and most welcome. You can email a gift cert totally anonymously from you, if you don't want me to know your real name, which is why I suggest this to a few of you who guard your privacy and will the wife bitch if she sees a charge form Amazon on the credit card statement? Nooooo.

Nicole is going on a ski trip to Colorado after New Year's when there is a major lull at the club. The question is: does she ski? Well um kinda. From what I hear she spends most of her time looking cute in her skiwear or in the heated spa or at the niteclubs. Then I assume she and evil Ember will be plotting their trip to Hungary!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Nicole's XXXmas Present is going to be....



BIG PENIS BOOK

Now why the publisher chose a pink background for the Penis Book cover doesn't make sense to me, but I am willing to forgive this faux pas, as my Size Queen juices started flowing as I gazed upon the sneak preview collection of massive cocks I wished I could either suck or fuck.
Tiger's Fall-out

As some of my blog readers know, I have an on-again off-again thing with Danny-boy, who has a sports marketing firm, its specialty? Endorsements for golfers. He's not at the Tiger Woods or top player level by any means, but the fall-out of the Tiger Woods situation is that with potentially less viewers for the televised events if Tiger isn't playing and / or a big drop in interest in the sport if Tiger isn't playing, means that there will be potentially lower revenues, lower purses and lesser endorsements. So he's in panic mode, fearing a huge drop in what he can secure for his clients as far as endorsement deals. I had dinner with him tonite and he was clearly stressed out. When a sport relies so heavily on one superstar, if the shine gets tarnished on that star, the repurcussions are seismic, closest to the epicenter, radiating outward, diminishing in strength, but still palpable.

As I've mentioned before, Danny would be closer to my heart and pussy, if he weren't such a man-whore. But he did give me 4 boxes of golf balls, and some golf towels to give to my Dad for Xmas! Scratch another name off my Xmas list.

P.S. And scratch another name off my list as Danny also hooked me up with some tennis swag for my sister for Xmas!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

XXXmas

My family is a little bizarre about their choice of XXXmas entertainment. Instead of watching A Christmas Story or claymation Rudolph, we watch Die Hard and Lethal Weapon, true Christmas Classics! As far as the latter, this is because my Mom has a crush on vintage Mel Gibson, not the grizzled crazy drunk he has become. I'm not sure why we watch Die Hard, except my Mom is entrenched in the 80's, her heyday, back when she was my age, and yes, kinda hot. So let me make your mouth water....not about my Mom perv! About my Mom's cooking:

Menu:

Roast Pork seasoned with Rosemary <---Mom
Potatoes au Gratin <--- Mom
Fresh Green Beans <---- Sara
Cole Slaw <---- Sara
Rolls <---- Sara
Vino <--- Mom
Pecan Pie <--- Mom
Topped with Haagen Dazs French Vanilla Ice Cream <--- Sara
Leftovers <--- Sara and Sara's kitties (they even eat cole slaw and green beans!!!)