August 12, 2010

Updates, shoe lore and more

So I’ve made some updates to my c4s, as Mark the money monkey came through on the pedicure. He paid a bundle for the clip, knowing that tons of average strokers would get it for less, and already he’s bought it AGAIN like 5 times. It’s too funny how compulsive a real shoe boy can get when the shoes are SO fabulous.

I have a gorgeous onyx and pewter manicure and onyx toes – the nail techs are mystified by anyone who’d go so dark in summer, but hello, there’s a reason I should give a shit what everyone else does?

There’ll be a hypno clip featuring the manicure – a literal representation of my elegant claws. I know you can’t wait. In the meantime, salve your desperation on these clips.

A final warning
Once and once only I urge you to stop this madness, stop clicking, get out while you can. The problem is that I look so tantalizing, I sound so brilliant, and I paint a picture so seductive that you are sure to have trouble backing away – temptation and addiction are your lot in life.

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Mark Custom / this little piggie
Mark has already spend beaucoup on this, but he can buy it AGAIN with the rest of you! Additionally, there’s an infamous game of “this little piggie” something for foot boys, shoe boys and fans of being down at my feet for it’s POV perfection. Darling Poetic License heels with cherries – so chic.
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Dangerous Mind
How I make you helpless – a precise breakdown of why so many men become so incredibly weak for me – what my allure is and why you NEED to see this clip and why you NEED me
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June 23, 2010

Ultimate SPH – twiglette the tiny

You may remember twiglette from his charming poem. Recently he’s been making leaps and bounds in acceptance of the total inadequacy that lies between his legs – and let me tell you, it’s a shocker when you see it. Damn shame, because to actually meet twiglette or talk to him for any duration you might have been fooled into thinking him a charming cocksman, till the pants come off.  Holy shit, can we all say TINY? And I have seen a lot of tiny in my time.

This is being nicely addressed through a variety of behaviorally adjusting changes, and he’s morphing into quite the sissified slut every day. But it’s things like this mp3 that set a guy like twiglette on the right path – it’s a popular classic of mine, and it gives you a full seven days of workbook assignments, imagery tasks, and psychological exploration in regard to your total size-lack.

The first step is acknowledgment that you have a problem.

It’s been called – and I relish this – “the meanest mp3 ever.” And you need it – badly.

October 9, 2009

Humiliation ON THE CAPITAL LAWN – muthafuckas!

This is one of those things that materialized offhandedly. I’m not even sure exactly of the moment it went though my head, but it was one of those phone calls in the evening with Beltway Bitch, my most loyal and most trusted of piggies.

We were stuck on progressive politics and the stupid state of the world, as usually happens, and I think I was in the middle of saying “this Joe Wilson thing is just the most distracting pile of horseshit.”

Well, distracting pile of horseshit it may be. However, maybe it was the crisp fall air, maybe it was the gentle seasonal change in DC, but I had this vision.

The vision was of the lawn in front of the Capital. And on that lawn, there would be an asshole. A little asshole putting himself on display. It wouldn’t frighten the public, because – well let’s face it, ANYTHING can be agitprop if you put it on the capital lawn, just another weirdo making a point.

Why not? Why not another weirdo making a point, degrading himself AND making an ass of himself because The Debaser gets whatever she wants? And what she wants is a monkey so sublimely trained that it will publicly shame and whore itself in the most public, civic, open environments.

The angry left is a moneydomme. And she is coming for you.

I bet this made a few closet queer GOP sons of bitches hard, in the process. Sure, why not. Thank me on the phones, you degenerates, I know you wanted a piece of THIS. Mmmm mmm. (hairball)

The shirt is special – I made Beltway go and make it up at a mall kiosk with a live person working there. Apparently this person was a nice black girl whose brow was justifiably knit until it was explained that actually Beltway thinks Joe Wilson is a douche and that he was the one who was going to be wearing the shirt as an anti-Wilson gesture. Whereupon she started laughing and laughing and said “just make sure no one beats your ass up.” How awesome is that, bringing comedy and smiles to a woman I will never meet, using one stupid boomer bitch as my conduit?

Now, as pathetic and as lame as Beltway may be, he is a veritable LORD AND MASTER compared to the little pantywaist pussybitches who will never be more than a paycheck and a trembling little voice on the phone. THIS is what it would be like to serve me. THIS is the kind of thing you are expected to do – in a rote and unquestioning fashion. Debase yourself for me even on the lawn of the Nation’s Capital if I demand it.

It’s very easy to find a little asshole who will dance for me in panties on cam in his locked home office. Wow, that’s just SO pervy of you. Not. I simply get more, deserve more, and require more than whoever you are used to serving. I require your total humiliation in the civic sphere.

Let’s get an even better look at that shirt, it’s a winner!

Doesn’t that just make you want to give me a high five?

September 15, 2009

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I could be the intellectual, rather introverted girl next door. The one who you always were crushed on because you thought maybe she was obtainable. Maybe you could impress her with your smarts, and had a shot because you’re a nerd and she’s sort of a girl nerd.

I am here to put that little fantasy to bed. To Ol’ Yeller that little lamedick daydream once and for all. You will strike out, strike out SO hard. And this just draws you like a moth to the fire.

Here’s the deal. I’m an intellectual, alternative, (post)feminist art fucker who will decimate your ego with surgical precision and gleeful butch boot stomping. If you like a little Derrida with your pinky pulling, I’m your go-to girl. And there isn’t one better.

Add on the fact that I’m an actual factual fetishist. I don’t NEED latex, leather, high heels, sleepsacks, Japanese Hemp rope, electrotorture devices, and a transformation wardrobe to Dominate you. But fuck, man, FUCK – isn’t it more FUN that way?

I think there’s something weird about those who say no. And because I love this shit, live and breathe it, I’m much more adept at verbalizing it, conjuring it up, and rocking the fuck out of your phone and your cam session.

What else do you need to know?  I love music. I deserve presents. I lead a very clean and healthy and disciplined lifestyle. When I go to bars, I usually drink straight soda and fuck with people’s heads.  Read the blog section to see what trips my trigger. Buy something off my gift list when the desire to please me becomes too, too much. Yes, I say “fuck” a lot. I don’t think this cheapens me – class and earthiness don’t necessarily cancel one another out. If you need the Queen of England go find some Duchess Countess whoever who will do what you want by the hour. Ha.