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!

Do GAYPHONESEX for me!!!

Do GAYPHONESEX for me! Here is a reap-ort from one of my GAYPHONESEX puppets:

I had my NF line up for You last night Empress. I received two calls and managed to keep both on the phone for over five minutes so I was happy about that.

The first guy wanted me to describe myself as a giant as I walked through a city nearly stepping on him. I toppled buildings and smashed cars beneath me. He lasted six minutes before blowing his load.

The second guy was a top and wanted to humiliate me. He made me go to the freezer and get ice cubes before laying on the floor. He told me to fuck the floor as I forced three cubes in my ass. He laughed as he heard me doing it and told me to beg to kiss his feet in thanks. I begged. He laughed more. He then started calling me a stupid fag and cocksucker. He told me to add more cubes and beg to be allowed to suck his cock. I inserted more and begged the best I could. He laughed and called me more names before making me describe how I would suck him off. After I spent several minutes talking about his dick and my mouth he finally came and sent me back to the ground to lick his feet again in thanks. I kept him on the phone almost 10 minutes and I have sent Your account all the money I made from both calls. I also added a little extra as a thank You for training me to be a useful little phone slut for You.

I'm planning to do a PTV with complete instructions on how to do GAYPHONESEX for me, where I reap all the reward$!

American Empress

It's disturbing that, on this very date in history, your fine nation declared it's independence from my kingdom, Great Britain, and yet 232 years later I consider myself totally conquered by you, dependent on your commands and a devoted slave whom you own unconditionally. And in my case, there's very little likelihood of any forthcoming liberating declaration of independence being agreed!

In fact, I thought it was a fitting tribute to your nation's celebration of independence from my kingdom, that I, an English man (boy), prove my submission and servitude to you, my American Empress. I have done so by embracing (and adapting somewhat) a few common celebratory customs that your empowered population enjoy on Independence Day. To summarise, I spent the evening on my own, and have proceeded to:

1) Yank off my Doodle Dixie, whilst tunefully humming The Star-Spangled Banner tune;

2) Spread my emasculated ejaculate over an 8" American Hotdog, and forced it into my proud British mouth. It stuck in the throat a little!

3) Commemorate General George Washington's famous 1778 toast by washing down my US jumbo sausage shaped humiliation with a drop of Brandy.

I hope that these acts are an appropriate and timely demonstration of my dependence and enslavement to you, my wonderful Empress Sara.

yes yes yes! Sara

Crochet Bikini Blues

I only told him that I was thinking of getting a crochet bikini. My wish was his command as one of my NF slaveboys offered to buy me one at this beachside market. And decided to model at least the top for this photo. He knows my favorite color is light blue. Psssst: don't even think about modeling the bottoms. But dude if you live in xxxxxxx and work at a resort, why aren't you tan? No, wait, I spot the t-shirt tan or rather, the resort golf shirt tan. But the chest hair that doesn't match the mane, time to break out the duck tape for a 40-Year Old Virgin chest hair and treasure trail 'wax job'. This pic is enough for me not to want a crochet bikini.

Humiliation Facesitting Finalists

Mr. Pathetic loves facesitting and facefucking. But he is so uber-pathetic that I told him he can no longer imagine the likes of Jessica Biel, Beyonce or J-Lo sitting on his face and smothering him. So I chose a few other lasses with asses to assume the roles of his fantasy fodder, namely Rosie O, the pre-gastric bypass Star Jones, and Tonya Harding to take over. You may say, Tonya Harding, whaaaaa? But this, faithful blog reader, is what Tonya Harding looks like today....



And better yet, she lives in a trailer.