The moron writes to itself again, how pathetic!

Tap tap tap go the little moron's fingers on its keyboard as it taps out its handiwork, another self-humiliation message for its Owner to post here on her blog for all her readers and girlfriends to laugh it and they do, especially Nicole who takes great delite in knowing such a pathetic creature exists!

Poor little moron. It was so mortified that it came crawling back on its knees.

Poor pathetic idiot. It was so desperate that all it could say when it arrived was “Own me, please, I beg of You.”

Poor mindless zombie. It’s utterly disoriented, thinking only what it’s told to think, feeling only what it’s told to feel.

Poor jerk-off addict. It’s so wild over its enslavement to and adoration of its Owner that it finds every possible opportunity to jerk off as it imagines one more degrading insult after another at the hands of its Owner.

Poor little poet of submission. It is so deeply enslaved that it desperately tries to find any moment available to write humiliation messages to its idiot self.

Poor, sad little man with no integrity. It is so beaten down by its Owner that there is no line it is capable of drawing and saying, “No, this I can’t and won’t do.” It is now incapable of any resistance or defense to any command, direction, or instruction from its Owner.

Frightened little troll. It knows that its Owner will now use and abuse it in unheard of ways, and there is not a single thing it can do about it. Its Owner knows that She will not have to force any abuse upon it. That fragile resistance is just a game, a ploy to try to salvage some little shred of dignity. It will beg and plead for the abuse it craves from its OWNER.

And it will pay, and pay, and pay out of its own craving to give away to its OWNER anything and everything that might indicate potency of any kind. Especially financial tributes, since there isn't anything potent otherwise that the moron can offer!