Showing posts with label tasks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tasks. Show all posts
Friday, February 1, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Fun to be Had with Teamviewer
Lately I've discovered the full potential of what Teamviewer can do. After having my time wasted, twice, I was a bit reluctant on trying again, especially since my time is precious...
But there was one boy who actually wanted to have his computer raped thoroughly. And my, what fun it was.
I disabled his mouse and keyboard, made him watch gay porn and jerk off to it, changed his background to a white little twink servicing two big black cocks, and dug through his email. Not to mention, I also helped myself to a $75 Amazon giftcard. Oh, and forced him to make a sign in my honor, proclaiming how much of a good bitch he is for me.
I had a thrill on Teamviewer with this one boy. And so, I may develop a Teamviewer contract to be bought if other boys would like to submit their computers, wallets and lives to me. Being techno-savvy as I am, the torment will only become more and more prominent as I install programs without your knowledge, view your activity online and even force payment!
Yes, Teamviewer is going to be my very very best friend... That and your cash you'll give me.
In other news, I've made my first audio blog. It's something that I needed to do, since so many little stupid fuckpigs cannot read unfortunately! So, you get the pleasure of hearing my deeply alluring voice, lull you into opening your wallets.
The audio post can be found here.
I've also received some very much appreciated publicity by SpoiledFemdoms. Thank you very much, Ladies.
My stupid pig stevo currently has the pleasure of writing an 5 paragraph essay on why he enjoys having me as a Goddess. Yes, I am vain, but I deserve to be. The assignment is due tomorrow, and if he doesn't do it in time, he will be taxed. He also has to give a gift tribute on Thursday. I've put in many new laws for his stupid bitchass to follow. Something to keep me entertained.
I think that's all for now. I was supposed to be picked up by one of my RT subs for dinner, but he's nowhere to be seen... That's a hefty punishment he's risking.
I think I'll just lay back in my bed, and watch for the giftcards to pour in...
But there was one boy who actually wanted to have his computer raped thoroughly. And my, what fun it was.
I had a thrill on Teamviewer with this one boy. And so, I may develop a Teamviewer contract to be bought if other boys would like to submit their computers, wallets and lives to me. Being techno-savvy as I am, the torment will only become more and more prominent as I install programs without your knowledge, view your activity online and even force payment!
Yes, Teamviewer is going to be my very very best friend... That and your cash you'll give me.
In other news, I've made my first audio blog. It's something that I needed to do, since so many little stupid fuckpigs cannot read unfortunately! So, you get the pleasure of hearing my deeply alluring voice, lull you into opening your wallets.
The audio post can be found here.
I've also received some very much appreciated publicity by SpoiledFemdoms. Thank you very much, Ladies.
My stupid pig stevo currently has the pleasure of writing an 5 paragraph essay on why he enjoys having me as a Goddess. Yes, I am vain, but I deserve to be. The assignment is due tomorrow, and if he doesn't do it in time, he will be taxed. He also has to give a gift tribute on Thursday. I've put in many new laws for his stupid bitchass to follow. Something to keep me entertained.
I think that's all for now. I was supposed to be picked up by one of my RT subs for dinner, but he's nowhere to be seen... That's a hefty punishment he's risking.
I think I'll just lay back in my bed, and watch for the giftcards to pour in...
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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.
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.
Friday, January 11, 2013
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.
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.
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