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!

The moron must write to itself again and....

again, because it does not deserve one iota of my attention, and the moron must be kept in its place! My girlfriends were wondering where the moron had disappeared to, well it finally popped up its horny little head (which one you may wonder, well, on the moron, it's one and the same!)....

IMBECILE! You crawl back here after disappearing for weeks and think you can just pick up where we left off? PIG!

That’s not going to happen. You’ll first have to be punished for neglecting your obligations and responsibilities. Idiot! Don’t you know my blog-readers and girlfriends look for your pathetic self-abuse pieces to appear so that they can laugh themselves till it hurts as they read of your decline from a fairly normal person to your life of complete enslavement to ME!

FAGGOT! You’ll grovel and beg as never before. You’ll have tears streaming down your face before you’ll be allowed back in. You’ll take a solemn oath to be the very best cocksucking whore pig I’ve ever owned. The first part of your punishment will be for me to take your virgin ass with my strap-on. And you’ll take it in front of my friends. Afterwards, while my friends and I discuss what can lead a man with a quite
decent life to allow himself to be enslaved to the point where no humiliation is too great for him to accept, you will serve as our spittoon. You can hear the laughter now, can’t you, as we spit down your throat and slap your face silly.

Dickhead! Only if you take all the pain my friends and I have to inflict on you and thank us for it, will you be allowed back into your slave position. And to top it all off you’ll not only beg me and plead with me to post your pathetic words of self-abuse, you’ll also beg me to take twice the money I usually take from you in order to have your piece posted on MY blog. Welcome back, ASSHOLE!

It's the weekend and that means the moron

must write to itself!!!! yes I force the moron to leave a fat tribute and write a debasing, degrading, humiliating message to itself, because I don't even have the time, and if I did, my time would be worth even more than the moron's tribute!!! and the moron knows I text my bff's after I post another self-flagellation blog so they can laugh over how weak and pathetic the moron is!

Many people go through life with a vague, gnawing sense that they are suppressing something vital and deep within themselves as they attempt to manage the many requirements and obligations of their lives and seek sexual release when that is possible. They sense there is something they should be experiencing, feeling, exploring, but never quite get around to allowing that part of themselves to find its voice and open to what is calling. I was such a person until I met Sara. I was all wrapped up in all of the things I just had to do to cope with the various aspects of my life and never allowed myself to feel more deeply and act on that call from within. Sara sensed this immediately, knew that with her guidance and instruction I was ripe to take the next steps toward what was calling out to me, the steps toward renouncing any sense of myself I had held and replacing it with Sara's desire to force me to become something else, her slave.

Sara recognized that beneath all of the things I did in the rest of my life, I was ripe to become utterly enslaved by her and in particular to be reduced to her mindless moron who would know only to accept and and be grateful for all of the mocking and stinging abuse that Sara would enjoy inflicting.

I want everyone to know, and Sara wants me to tell everyone, how grateful I am to Sara for taking me under wing and turning me into a pathetic moron whose mind has been turned to mush and who knows only to do as I’m told by Sara, including welcoming the laughter at my plight that rings in my hears from Sara and her friends.

You will have some idea of the depth of my enslavement when you consider what Sara has already told you on these moron blogs on which I humiliate myself by writing abusive message in words I imagine coming from Sara: that it is not enough for me to write such mortifying messages for everyone to read, but that I’ve become so dependent on Sara, so desperate to please her and find some basis on which to feel even slightly close to her, that Sara taunts and teases me, telling me she won’t post a blog I have ready unless I find new and more vile ways to humiliate and degrade myself and beg her desperately to post the message, and that I must also beg her to allow me to pay her a substantial tribute as well for her to agree to post my self-debasing messages.

Sara has helped me lose and find myself, and while to some it may sound disgraceful and a waste of a human life, I have never felt so strongly that I finally am the person (or non person) I should be and that I’m with the person who deeply understands all of this and will continue to teach me all I should know. And of course with Sara’s brilliance, creativity, and beauty, the thrill I experience daily as I feel her power over me, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Truly, I belong to Sara, am her property, am owned by her if she will allow me that divine designation.

The Return of the MORON

Yet again, the moron must write humiliating messages to itself and PAY for the privilege. All my gf's will be ROFLAO. Let the moron do all the work and the Empress collect the money!!!

Listen up, pig! In your typical servile way you sent the largest tribute I recently demanded of you, but you then added that of course I know that you can't continue to send in such amounts. Don't you ever dare to tell me, even suggest to me in the most polite way, anything about the amounts you can and cannot tribute. You have nothing to say about it, scumrag! I have a good idea of your financial situation, and I'll be the one determining how much you do and don't tribute. And when I demand it, regardless of how great the amount, I never want to hear a single word from you about it other than to tell me that you are blessed to be allowed to send the tribute to your Empress. Then you will sit there like a good bitch and wait for me, as you always do, unable to find anything or anyone else in your life who can show you again and again what a pathetic moron you are, that you need that instruction and demonstration more desperately than anything else in your life. Admit it to me now, you worthless piece of shite (olde English spelling), admit it in the most subservient, desperate way imaginable and beg me to take you deeper into the most vile of degradations!

The MORON writes to itself AGAIN and AGAIN!

The moron loves to humiliate itself, because I don't have the time to deal with it!!! And then the moron begs for me to post its' self-flagellation messages for extra humiliation, because he knows my gf's read this blog and get a good laugh at how pathetic the moron truly is!

So it's back again, writing to its' idiot-self, what a laugh! Now fess up -- I've been so busy and ignoring it for greater periods of time than ever before. It must have been thinking, "Maybe this is enough; maybe I should just end it now. Think of all the additional money I would have and could use if I were no longer sending all of the tributes to Sara. And sometimes the humiliation is really a bit too much and Sara has crossed a line that is beyond what my limits are in taking all of this degradation and humiliation from her. Yes, I think maybe I'll end it on a good note, no hard feelings, and, who knows, maybe I'll even contact Sara again some time in the future and we'll play again."

Ha ha! What a pathetic asshole you are! Do you really think there is some line I won't cross, can't cross at will? Do you really not know that I'll cross any line I choose to cross, that in fact such lines are as of now nonexistent in your life with me. It meaning you are bound to me, utterly incapable of escape. If I were to cut you off this moment and set you free, you'd almost instantly be begging me to take you back, begging me to take even more money from you and to degrade you in the most vile ways imaginable. But don't worry, moron, as you won't have to go through begging me to take you back because you're not going anywhere. Right now you are going to beg me to keep you as my pet, my fool, my most deeply enslaved pig, and you're going to beg me to take money from you, above and beyond the substantial amounts you are already sending. Too much to take? Ha! What a sad figure you are, a pathetic man who had a normal life but who is now a helpless moron to his Mistress who will continue to taunt and torment him in ways that take him, take you, ever more deeply into abject slavery, finding your existence defined entirely by me and accepting, even begging for, your experience of total disgrace as a human being. Going anywhere, imbecile? No, I didn't think so.

And Again!!! the moron has to write to itself hahahaha

The moron even has to pay me to view its' self-degradation messages which makes it even more humiliating!!! Plus my gf's read my blog and laugh at all the pathetic posts from peewee, gaywayne and the moron! Literally, I don't have to lift a finger except to text my gf's that a new message is up from the moron!

Well moron, I call this excellent progress, a.k.a descent into my hell. With just three of your demeaning messages to your idiot-self posted on my blog, you've come a long way, from at first pleading with me not to make you write such messages for posting (what a sad and laughable plea) to now begging me to allow you to continue to make a complete fool of yourself to all who read my blog by continuing to write these degrading messages as you desperately imagine how I might write to you.

It's so sad for you. You've not even reached the status of an ordinary submissive or slave who pays his Mistress to demean and degrade and further enslave him. No, you demean and degrade yourself to deepen your enslavement to me without my having to lift even a finger or utter a word. You already are hopelessly enslaved, an imbecile who can't find in himself the slightest hint of self-respect to say no to anything at all I decide to put you through. You'd better start showing the capacity for at least a little resistance or I might just get bored with your being so very easy to destroy and decide to dump you, cut you off, and leave you only with the indelible memories of me to drool over for the rest of your life.

In your world of work you supervise people who believe you are a man of power and influence, but I quickly recognized you for what you really are, a pathetic, weak little wretch who needs to be used and abused for my amusement. And now my girlfriends are getting some entertainment from hearing what I'm doing to the MORON. You are the laughingstock of my large community of friends and lovers, and to amuse all of us I think it might be fit for your next stage of development that I start requiring additional tribute to the already substantial amount you send (though barely enough for me to tolerate such pathetic neediness) along with your begging and pleading for me to post your messages on my blog so that you can confess to all that you are now OWNED by me, my possession, my property, with no degrading act too appalling for you to perform. I told you early on that I was your undoing!

The MORON writes to itself AGAIN!!

I made the MORON write a humiliating email to itself again, because I have NO TIME to deal with its' whining:

"Listen up, moron. You think you've been enslaved, but you're just at the beginning of a long and winding road. As I told you once before, I am your undoing, your blessing and your curse. You are now a frightened pathetic little mouse, terrified of offending me because of the possibility that I'll banish you, something you cannot even allow yourself to imagine. So here's the deal, asshole: I'm going to turn you into a robot, a puppet with no mind left except just enough to know your sorry degraded state and the shame of it all. You will now be utterly, completely, comprehensively dehumanized, turned into an object over which I have total control, and I do mean total. If I tell you to remain at home one morning to jerk off repeatedly over my words and images, you'll do just that and be late for work. If I tell you to put a bowl down on your floor and eat from it like a dog, you'll do it. If I tell you to crawl around on the floor and squeal and oink like the pig you are, you'll do it. If I tell you to send additional tribute, you'll do it. If I tell you to refer to yourself only as the moron and "it", you'll do it. Your little islands of normalcy will become smaller and smaller as my brainwashing brings you to the point of a mindless, complete obedience. For someone who was supposed to be something worthwhile in this world, your descent is a sad, pathetic story, but one which I'll relish with glee as I amuse myself abusing you and taking your money whenever I feel like it."

Moron Assignment - Completed!

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Moron Assignment

I imagine you telling me, "I have no time for you over the next few days, moron, so what you'll do is write messages to yourself; that's right idiot, you will write demeaning, degrading, humiliating messages to yourself that you wish I were writing and sending to you. Each day you will send me a concise message of humiliation (none of your endlessly boring piece of shit mails) that you write to yourself because, oh so pathetically, it's all you can do when your Owner won't feed you and you are desperately hungry. You will continue to do this over the next few days, until you hear from me telling you to resume typical correspondence." Again, of course I would obey.

Sara, please don't do this to me. I write this only to show you the desperate, pathetic state you have me in.

Well I did order the pathetic moron to write humiliating messages to idiot-self, because it's the weekend, I'm busy and have better things to do than overindulge my needy moron!

Sucking Cock for Cab Fare!

When you do my Niteflirt Gay Brainwashing Game, it will happen to you. You will find yourself so hungry for cock, you will do anything to get it. You will crave cum-plete humiliation for being so cock-starved and cum-crazed. Realizing that asking for money up front may land you in handcuffs, the type you wouldn't want to be in {wink wink}, most of you sexstore gloryhole cocksuckers go legit and ask for tips, cab fare or even booze money after the bj!

"Yeah, I actually asked him for cab fare. And he only gave me $7! Super humiliating. Selling myself for 7 measly dollars!!?? Wow, what a gutter sluttin' ho. And I realized I still had lipstick on my mouth afterwards when I went to an internet cafe to get a cup of coffee. That's where I am now..."

Friday Nite Tiny Dick Loser Assignment

I made Q-tip (no not the rapper, who I heard is quite well hung 9 inches-ish but a tiny white Q-tip like you clean your ears with...) write with a black sharpie marker 3 1/2" on the backs and palms of both of his hands. He has to go to a club tonite and buy girls drinks. When they ask what 3 1/2" means, in case they don't figure it out obviously duh(!) he must confess it's the size of his little tiny peen.

Doncha think all men should be tattooed with their size, or should carry a dick license with their erect size? Club doormen could check the dick license and not let in anyone under 7". That way girls would not have to worry about running into tiny dick losers like Q-tip. Black guys would not need to be licensed teehee.

Faggoty Loser's Date with 2 Cucumbers

Tonite, one of my faggoty losers in Chicago has to:

Do a few shots of tequila then go to the supermarket and buy the latest issue of Bikini Muscle, 2 cucumbers and KY jelly. He has to walk around the supermarket with his cart and make sure quite a few people see what is in it. Then he has to check out in a line with the cutest girl clerk.

Why you may ask 'cucumbers'. Well that is because faggoty loser threw out his sex toys before XXXmas because he was going to be having company and didn't want anyone to snoop and find his collection. He is awaiting a delivery of several large dildos, but until then big, fat cucumbers will do.

While dildo'ing himself, he has to call a gay chat line and get a guy off before he is allowed to spurt. Of course faggoty loser must eat his own cum. Or maybe I should make him prepare a creamy Dirty Sanchez cucumber salad?

Twink in a T-shirt Confession

And yet another entertaining confession from an 'unmanly sissy'

When you told me I should hire a hung latino and suck his huge hairy balls I had to lay down in bed with a sheet over me and wait for my shivering to go away.I did not know that girls knew of such things and the unmanly sissy thoughts that go through a gayguy's head. How did you know that my biggest fantasy is being a fluffer boy at a bachelorette party? It's like you have my number and melt down all my defenses and see right through me. I would also love to wear a cute short cocktail outfit so every time I bend down to serve the drinks the girls would get a very liberal view of my ass in red panties and the idea of me fluffing those hot those hot black and latino malestrippers. Oh my god I think I would faint.You must be giggling at my weak queerboy thoughts right now. So every time I did what you said except I tried to locate a male escort but unfortunately I live too far from the city for them to come out.

As the punishment for not getting an escort, you ordered for me to walk around a mall or someplace where there are alot of giggling girls wearing a t-shirt with a nasty slogan, I made a list of humiliating shirts to choose from. Here's the list so far I found:

COCKSUCKER or I SUCK A MEAN DICK or BIG COCKS ROCK or WOMEN DON'T SUFFER FROM PENIS ENVY. MEN DO or I SWALLOW or WHO DOESN'T LOVE THE COCK or ANAL SLUT or MANWHORE or CUM DUMPSTER. Sara which shirt do you think would give girls the biggest laugh to let them know that their competition is a loser faggot. Should I order a baby doll t-shirt to make me look a more gayish twink? Love. Your faggot

Note from Sara: I made him buy the CUM DUMPSTER baby doll t-shirt