Humiliation, Degradation, Sissification

Such  fun things, wouldn't you agree?

I have this one boy who's pathetic, very very pathetic. He worships me, prays to me, he cannot live without me. His life is in my hands and I enjoy it so thoroughly.

So, as a small gift for being the pathetic little good piggie that is he, I allowed him a little bit of play for the night.

He turned on his cam, and there he sat with the little dope look on his face. I told him to pray to me. Without a moment's passing he dropped to his knees, hands clasped. "Amen," he uttered before getting back up.

I mentioned about making him get a dildo to suck for my entertainment, and luckily enough for me, he already had one. It was bigger than his little shrimp dick despite it being small itself, so I thought it would be easy for him to take into his mouth... Although it would have been nice to watch him gag too.

Once I was satisfied with him sucking and licking the dildo, I told him to get himself off. I watched as he took out his insignificant prick and stroked and pulled it to succession. I told him to cum into his hand, and then show it to me like the good little dumb fuck he is. And then told him to eat it.

I enjoy forcing boys to swallow their own load. You see so much porn nowadays with men forcing it down an unawakened Goddess' throat... I'm repaying the favor with my reign.

Like a good little pig, he swallowed it whole, showed his tongue to me and smiled. "Good boy," I told him.

And with that, he prayed to me once more, and I dismissed him. Oh, and forced my tribute of $125. He whined and bitched about how he could only give $55 because of his car, but I don't know when that became my problem... I wanted what I expected to get. And that is what I got.

Oh, not to mention, his ex-wife threw her panties at him, and I made him wear them for me, haha!

I like doing this, a lot. I definitely want more pigs to do this too... They lose their dignity, manhood and money dealing with me. And I get it all. Such a feeling is quite lovely.

Now, if you're a little piggie reading this blog, and are too scared to have your little curly tail plucked from your body, you can go to the Tribute page and give me a well-deserved giftcard. But if you're a very loyal, submissive pig, looking for someone to threaten turning you into bacon, you've come to the right place. You know the way.

Come and join the others under my reign, pig. You'll never want to leave.

A Treat

So, after doing some thinking and planning last night, I do believe I am going to make my way to Ohio in March/April.

I'm going for school, of course. Finally to start my dream of being a fashion designer.

But to make such a move, I'll need money. Yes, I need cold, hard, green cash. Money.

So. I offer you pigs a treat. Perhaps one you cannot refuse, since it's a good one indeed.

Round apple bottom ass not included.

I've had this pair for good occasion only, when I KNOW I was going to be fucked in them, or at least teased for a good amount. And so, they're full of my divine nectar.

They're also sheer, as you can tell. And they're $60. $60 of your hard-earned cash for panties that I've been played with in. This is the closest you'll ever get to this Goddess, little pigs, I do suggest you buy this as soon as possible, before someone else does.

Because once they're gone, that's it. They're gone. 

You can purchase them here and while you're at it, go to my Tribute page and give me an Amazon giftcard. I want to buy some essentials before I leave, like a vibrator.

Of course, cash is always accepted. MoneyPak and Payoneer are highly preferred.

So, give me my money, pigs. I want it right now. Don't even hesitate. Grab my attention by giving to me.

It's not that hard to do.

A Favorite Found and Games to Play

I think I may have one. Considering that I haven't heard from pup, and that Victoria's Secret canceled the order I made because it's international (and pup has yet to be heard from or resolved it), he's fallen out of favor with me. I have his number... I should call and harass him. "Where's my gifts, pup? Shall I put your information out there for people to have? Or are you gonna pay?"

Nonetheless, I think I may have a new favorite. His name is aaron, but I think I'll rename him pet.

pet is a pathetic but still adorable boy who is like a lost puppy with his tail between his legs. He'll do anything for me if I even mentioned it idly, and he strives to make me happy. Now, while pet isn't a finslave, he's quickly becoming one.

This evening, I was hungry. There was nothing in the house, and I didn't feel like making anything. I texted pet and told him to come and get me to take me somewhere for a meal. Despite him having work at 6 AM (and it was about 12 or 1 when I beckoned), he came anyway.

I don't drive because I like being chauffeured and what better way than to do it in a huge 4-wheeler? I have to HOP into the damn thing to get into the passenger seat (to which he'll say, "may I help you into your seat, Ma'am?").

So, we drive to the nearest Denny's which takes about 30 minutes for whoever knows why. The whole time I'm thinking, "What could I do to make this interesting..."

A game hatched in my head. We arrived and I asked him if he had a phone with a camera on it. He said yes.

"When we get in," I said, idly picking at my nails, "We'll sit for a bit, and then I want you to go into the bathroom and beat off. If the toilet seats are black, cum onto them and take a picture. If they're not black, cum into your hand and take a picture."

I looked up to give him a sharp glare, delighting in the look on his face. I know pet is a shy boy, so I wanted a task that he would have a challenge with.

We got in, sat, a lady (who reminded me of Vanellope von Schweets from Wreck-It Ralph) took our order (he had nothing while I had eggs, turkey bacon, sausage and pancakes to myself), and we sat as I made idly conversation and listened to the obnoxious group of friends in front of us speak loudly.

I watch him adore me with his eyes. Pathetic. My pet is such a lovesick little dog for a Goddess who only has him as a stool to stand on. And yet, the adoration is so strong. This is what Dommes want, boys. Take note.

After a while, I glare at him sharply, "Shouldn't you be doing something?" He jumps, scared. I grin inside. "Go."

He gets up and asks the waitress where the bathroom is.

I enjoy my meal (he paid for it) when it comes, part by part taking in the sausage, the eggs, the turkey bacon (which was the worst turkey bacon I ever had, mind you), and then indulging in the pumpkin pancakes. pet had told me earlier that he loves pumpkin, so I thought it would be nice to enjoy them before he could even see them.

About 10 or minutes after, I get impatient. I text him, "You have 5 minutes. In 5, come out whether you're done or not." If he didn't finish, I was planning to piss on his face tomorrow for not completing the task.

But, in the last minute, he emerged, flushed and smiling, "I did it." And provided his proof.

Probably should have told him to eat it.

We have plans tomorrow if all goes well. He will take me shopping for a new harness for my dildo, and then get a hotel room where I can test it out on him.

Tomorrow sounds like fun. And so, I'll probably get some rest now. I need my energy, of course.