Addictive Domination

The Halloween Bloodbath Extravaganza is tomorrow! Dress prettily and prepare to be defiled.

I've been neglecting My websites for much too long. Hopefully things will slow down after Halloween and I'll have more time to update all of My little slaves on My adventures.

I've started using Twitter this week. Still not sure how I feel about it, but for the time being you may follow Me @GoddessJenna or simply stalk Me at http://twitter.com/GoddessJenna

At least it will give you a small look into the daily life of a Goddess. I know you silly boys hang on My every word. That is all for now. Be good, pets!

If it’s any consolation, when your wife took me

in her mouth, I closed my eyes and pretended

I was a piece of wedding cake. I was the instigator,

bringing her flowers so often her co-workers

nicknamed me carnation hands. At night, I’d look

at the stars and slither my petals through her hair.

It was like we were on Mars—me staring over

her skull at one moon, her gazing at another.

What I’m really trying to say is I tumbled into her

arms like a thousand reluctant dominoes.

I mean, isn’t it odd—how you can buy a lap dance,

phone sex, or blowjob in a snap, but can’t

pay a person a dollar to just sit next to you

on a park bench and simply hold your hand?

Jeffrey McDaniel

My travel plans have changed slightly. I'll be leaving for the West Coast on Monday the 17th. I'll be in the Bay area for two weeks, then in L.A. for three days (29th-31st). Immediately following that, I'll be in New Orleans for four days (Sept.2nd-5th). Then it's back home to Ohio briefly and off to Italy in mid-September.

Due to the change in plans, I now have slightly more time on My hands. If you live in any of these locations and would like to book a shopping adventure or foot worship session with Myself and miss korea, you must send Me an email right away, including your phone number and availablity. The address, as always, is tribute_goddess_jenna@yahoo.com. I will NOT be booking any sessions while in Italy.

I will also most likely not be available for online sessions during this time. I will be checking my email and myspace via My phone. If you miss Me terribly and simply can't live without Me for that long, you may tribute to recieve phone and texting privileges. Greendot cash and AmazonMy wishlist, you will have to forward the shipping notification to My email before you will be given My number.

If you annoy Me or abuse your phone privileges, you will lose them immediately. I do not suggest testing My patience.

Also, if you're in the habit of sending Me flowers, you may stop until I return home, as I won't be there to enjoy them. you may, however send a gift instead. It's always fun to return home to find piles of presents strewn at My feet, mortal offerings to your divine Queen.



e-cards are most efficient for this purpose. If you choose to buy a gift from

I’ve often been asked about My view of financial domination. I’ve listened to the arguments whining about how it isn’t really domination at all; how it degrades the integrity of the “BDSM lifestyle“; how Women who practice it are nothing more than hookers with a whip. To which I reply: Nonsense. The prostitute accusation is only bitter jealousy, in My never once humble estimation. I don’t have sex with subs. I don’t take My clothes off for them. They’re lucky to get to see My bare feet. I only engage in fetishes that I enjoy. In fact I’m pretty much the direct opposite of a prostitute: men pay Me to NOT let them orgasm!

I do allow and even encourage Myself to be objectified to a certain extent- though I think this is an unavoidable consequence of human attraction. It doesn’t bother Me, because I do think that any sub who spends a significant amount of time talking to Me or in My presence quickly learns that I am much more than a pretty creature upon which to base their fantasies.

As for the degradation of the vaunted BDSM lifestyle- how ridiculous. I get the same sort of flak for engaging in edge play: knives and needles, flesh sewing, breath play. Things that done incorrectly could leave someone dead. What “safe, sane and consensual” fails to address is that most people are initially attracted to BDSM because it isn't safe or particularly sane. And in most submissive fantasies, things are done to them to which they do not consent. They’re put in situations where they have no power and no choice and no control. And that gets them hot. I think certain people have spent so much time trying to put a friendly face on BDSM so it will be accepted by society at large that they’ve forgotten why perversion is so alluring. It’s enticing because it isn't normally acceptable. The siren song of things you must not do.

So do feel free to continue consulting your imaginary BDSM handbook. Take comfort in the rules you believe will make you more a part of the pack. Personally, I take comfort in making My own rules and following My own path.

But back to My original point, I firmly believe that financial submission is just one more of many ways a slave can give itself to it’s Owner. Why would you not want to buy things to please your Mistress instead of yourself? You will give up your physical comfort, suffer pain and humiliation, give up your orgasms at the merest whim of your Owner- why should worldly possessions be any different? Your Mistress should be an inspiration to make you work harder and succeed more fully- so that Her life can be less stressful and more enjoyable. That, My darlings, is the place of a slave.

I’ve had so many wonderful tributes and sessions and new pets vying for My attention lately that I haven’t had a spare moment to document them. I know it thrills your little hearts to be mentioned in My journal, and causes your tiny baby clits to swell to nearly normal proportions, so I shall endeavor to keep a better record.

Let’s see. slave piggyface, who has been serving Me loyally and lavishly for several years- long before I had a website- recently purchased over $4,000 worth of new bedroom furniture and accessories to redecorate the spare room in My house for My nieces. This included two beds with mattresses and headboards, a giant area rug, bedside tables, bed pillows and decorative pillows, comforters and sheets sets, a clock, lamps and more! I’ll post pics of the room all put together once My local puppy slave mark finishes painting the walls and moving the furniture in. Right now it’s all in a giant jumbled pile of boxes:









piggy face has a blog documenting some of his service to Me on his myspace page. It cracks Me up how many messages he forwards to Me from “dommes” (usually Hot Lesbian Teenage Dominatrixes! with photos stolen directly from Maxim) ordering him to start serving them. One actually said “I’m way cheaper than Goddess Jenna!”. Yes, I have no doubt you are. In so very many ways.

slave joseph has been sending Me bouquets of flowers every week for several months now. I also hold the key to his chastity, which he is frantically paying in cash to earn back.



A mostly anonymous Norwegian boy IMed Me to say he enjoyed My website and journal. He sent Me these gorgeous strappy red jeweled shoes that absolutely make Me feel like a Princess as well as a bottle of Fabulosity perfume that came in a diamond-shaped bottle and smells divine. The time difference makes it difficult, but I do plan to have his sissy ass in My slave galleries one day soon.





My little diapered loser, who will soon be in enforced daily diapers and chastity, sent several pretty gifts, including wickedly shiny thigh-high black boots with buckles up the sides, a set of Sally Hansen chrome nail polishes in gorgeous colors and, perhaps most fittingly, the Shining Stars plush piggy. That little guy is out new house mascot. The best thing, I noticed after it arrived that it came with a certificate to name My own star. How awesome is that? Now whenever you losers kneel down to pray to Me, wherever you happen to be, MY star will be watching over you. I truly am a celestial Goddess now.







slave sissy kitty sent Me these lovely shoes with mile-high stompy heels. Perfect for walking all over you. In between listening to her beg for My filthiest worn socks, I helped her pick out a cute new outfit for herself, so she can stop stealing clothes from her mommy.



Hm. Who else? I allowed broken bobbi sox to begin worshipping Me again. I suppose this proves that if you grovel hard enough I may eventually take you back. slave seth came down for a foot worship session and to help Me with My video project. Little sissy ty-ty has been trying to earn My used panties with green dot tributes. He’s pathetically addicted, sending Me message after message, begging for the tiniest scrap of attention. sissy slave julia has been in chastity for Me, and has quickly taken to being My eager little piss slave, licking the toilet clean so as not to miss a single drop. My caged boy has been sending his cash tributes diligently each week. My rug slave has been spending each day contemplating his life beneath My feet. Several other boys have sent DVDs, books, and cash tributes, though I confess I can’t keep track of all of you. More tribute pictures can be found in My photo albums. The funniest one: some tiny-dicked loser boy sent money by paypal in the strange amount of $23.97. I’m not sure if this is a bit of artifice on his part or if he really is saving every penny just for Me. Either way, it made Me laugh.

I don’t have many BDSM-related public outings planned for the month. I’ve been invited to the Marquis de Sade Ball and slave auction in Pontiac, Michigan on the 18th and will probably attend. If any of you plan to be there, let Me know. I’ll try to update with any further plans for all My favorite boy-stalkers.

I’ve been getting an even more insane amount of mail than usual. I decided to write a list of frequently asked questions for My website to save time. I’m posting it in My blog as well, where people are more likely to see it before writing. If you notice something I forgot to cover, speak up! I won’t chew your face off. Too badly.

FAQ

What’s up?

Say something substantive or go away. I’m never going to reply to this. Especially when followed by the word:

Holla.

I do not now, nor shall I ever, “holla”. If this word happens to be used in conjunction with the phrase:

“Attcha boy”

I will be forced to rip out your spine and beat you to death with it. Additionally, if you’re WHITE and using this phrase, you should be aware that purloining black culture is not going to make your penis any larger.

Can i worship You?
Can i be Your slave?

That’s a fabulous question. Can you? Are you on your knees while you’re typing? Have you visited My website and taken the time to read about the many ways I enjoy being worshipped? Have you followed through on any of them? Or are you just sitting there with your dick in your hand staring at My feet? Be useful or be GONE.

How can i worship You?

This one is slightly less annoying. Tributing is expected from all slaves and subs. If you can’t figure out the concept, see below. Additionally, you may send devotional pictures, videos, artwork and essays to be posted on My website. AFTER offering tribute, you may write to Me requesting assignments, tasks and photo ideas. The email address for photos is tribute_goddess_jenna@yahoo.com.

How can i tribute?

In a variety of ways:

• Purchase items from My Amazon wish list. Photos of most gifts I receive are posted on My website just to stroke your tiny egos.
• Send e-gift cards from any online retailer. My favorites include Amazon, Extreme Restraints, Victoria’s Secret, Bliss, ShoeMall and Bath & BodyWorks. All gift cards should be sent to tribute_goddess_jenna@yahoo.com.
• Send Me flowers. These can be purchased from any online flower shop such as ProFlowers, FTD, 1800Flowers.com, etc. you may write to Me for the delivery address. If you abuse this privilege simply to get My address and stalk Me, all I have to say is stop being pathetic.
• Green Dot MasterCard MoneyPak refills. This is an easy, anonymous way for you to send Me cash. Simply purchase the MoneyPak in the prepaid card section of any retailer, take it to the register and load cash onto it. Then email Me the Pak and reference numbers. All done!
• TalkSugar tip jar.
• I can also accept payments through most online money-exchange services.
• Request to send Me cash and presents directly in the mail.

Can i serve You in person?

I am currently only accepting in-person sessions with shopping slaves. How does this work? Send Me an email with your name and phone number, requesting to take Me shopping. you will either come to Me or pay to fly Me to your city. There will be no sexual contact involved. you will simply follow Me around while I shop, acting as a human wallet and bag boy. you will take pleasure in MY pleasure, watching, helpless to say no as I spend your money and laugh at how pathetic you are.

But i really want to serve You!

Stop whining. I currently have more slaves than I have time for. Unless you’re wildly exceptional, you probably aren’t worth My time. I get so tired of hearing what slaves want. you know what? What you want doesn’t matter. you are utterly insignificant to Me. Whining about your needs instead of focusing on MINE is just going to make Me ignore you. Try being useful, thoughtful and obedient. your chances of ever serving Me in person will go up astronomically.

Can i at least worship Your lovely feet in person?

you have a better chance at this. I occasionally host or participate in foot parties in Cleveland and Columbus, Ohio and NYC. These are free for Women to attend, while men must provide a non-refundable entrance fee. you may write to Me to be added to the mailing list for upcoming parties. These events usually include foot worship, kissing, licking, toe-sucking, pampering, washing, foot massage, pedicures, moderate trampling and more.

But i don’t wanna share!!

I said stop fucking whining, you worthless fucking maggot. Be grateful that I ever let any of you slimebags touch My feet.

i love Your website! How can i be featured in Your photo galleries?

You must first tribute to receive tasks and instructions. you will send Me a list of all play items and clothing you own so I can better decide what I want to see. If you do not own any, I will think up something creative and horrible for you to do with common household items.

you may send Me random pictures of devotion, but at least one photo must include a sign (written on paper or your body) dedicated to Me.

Do not steal photos of other people and send them to Me. Do not send Me photos of your sleazy ex-boyfriend/husband/boss in panties, hoping I’ll humiliate him for you. Take some initiative and do it yourself.

Where can i purchase more photos and videos of You?

I’m currently working on a brand new foot fetish paysite. I just bought an awesome new domain and will announce the site address as soon as it goes live. Unlike GoddessJenna.com, which is a free space for primarily financial slaves to learn more about Me, the new site will require a monthly payment to join. It will focus much more on foot fetish activities and will include exclusive photo sets, videos and interactive features. Categories will include foot worship, trampling, ball busting, squishing, and foot parties. you will also have the opportunity to request and purchase custom videos from Me. My pet, piggyface, will be doing the majority of the work creating and running the new site.

Don’t worry, though. I’m not abandoning GoddessJenna.com! I’ll still be posting new pics each month to whet the appetites of you naughty little sluts.

i want to interview You for my website/blog/magazine/etc.

If it's a written interview, email it to tribute_goddess_jenna@yahoo.com along with the date by which you need it returned. If you'd like to interview Me by phone, contact Me in the same way to set up a phone date.

May i use Your photos/writing/etc. on my website? It’ll be great exposure, promise!

No, no you may not. And if I find you doing so without My permission, I will hunt you down and gut you like a pig.

May i use Your photos on my myspace profile/as my desktop background/to jerk off to?

you may use My foot fetish photos on your myspace or other social site IF you clearly state that they are of ME and provide a link to My website. Do not remove any logos or branding before posting them. Do not steal My photos and pretend to be Me. Try to find some qualities to love about yourself instead of being pathetic.

you may use my photos as your desktop background, as an object of focus to worship Me better.

I can’t really stop you from masturbating to them. I have no idea why people continue to ask Me this, aside from just wanting Me to know they’re doing it. I’m thrilled that I give you an erection. My enormous strap-on cock is still bigger than yours, so kindly stop pointing that tiny, useless thing at Me.

Can i have Your phone number?/Here‘s my number, call me!

No.

And if you randomly send Me your phone number I will post it in gay chat, asking for sex.

But i want to hear Your sweet voice!

Then tribute, you fuckwit.

We’re not buddies. I really am only talking to you for your money. If the concept offends you, try honing your social skills instead of whining to Me so that someday a girl will at least PRETEND to not be talking to you just for your money.

you may make appointments to speak to Me on talk sugar, but I much prefer for you to pay Me directly and arrange a call.

But i don’t have any money!

Then why are you here? Go get a JOB and get back to Me.

Can i text You?

See above. The same concept applies.

Will You send me pictures of Your feet from Your cell phone?

See above, RE: Tribute, you fuckwit.

Can i buy Your dirty socks and panties?

Yes you may. I have an account on mypantystore, but it’s easier if you just contact Me directly, telling Me the type of socks, etc you’d prefer and how you plan to pay for them.

• Socks worn for one day: $25.00
• Filthy socks worn for two days or more: $40.00
• Stockings worn for one day: $30.00
• Panties worn for one day: $30.00
• Panties worn during My period or during masturbation: $50.00
• Other items: Contact Me with your request.

All items include shipping to the US. I will ship to other countries, entirely at your expense. Sock purchases include digital photos of Me wearing them. Payment is due in advance and is non-refundable.

Can i worship You on cam/ Will You order me around on my cam?

Cam sessions are currently $100 per half hour. During these, I will be fully clothed. you, however, will be naked and on your knees. If you are unable to grasp the concepts of respect and obedience, you will be booted off and never receive the privilege of seeing Me again.

I will also book cam sessions for footboys who want to watch Me/My live-in girl do various things like rub lotion on My feet or paint My toenails.

Do You offer chastity key holding services?

Yes, I do. Nothing thrills Me more than stealing a boy’s orgasms by locking up his useless cock. This is a paid service. you do not have to be My slave in order for Me to hold your keys. Contact Me if you’re serious about trying it.

Will You give me a foot job?

No, but I will kick you in the balls until you can thankfully no longer breed.

Want to see my cock?

Only if it’s bleeding. Preferably from having My name carved in it.

Do You have a boyfriend?

I would, but it pisses My girlfriend off.

I’m in a committed but polyamorous relationship with my submissive girlfriend, whose nickname is miss korea. I include a variety of different female subs in our playtime, as the mood strikes Me. I do sometimes play with boys purely for fun, more so recently than in the past. In My blogs, I sometimes refer to “our pet boy”, mark. he’s our most frequent playmate and household puppy, though he doesn’t live with us.

i wrote to You on (insert social networking site here) but You never replied!

I generally join them strictly for advertising and rarely log back into them after setting up My profile. The only social site I spend much time on is Myspace, where I can easily receive hundreds of messages each time I’m “online”. Sending Me more messages pouting and whining about how long it takes Me to reply is just making the situation worse, so stop it.

I’m a busy Woman. I have a multi-faceted and time-consuming life outside of the internet. I will get to you when I have time.

i filled out Your slave application, but You didn’t reply!

Did you leave most of the questions blank? Did you answer “no” to being able to tribute/having a camera to document tasks? Did you tell Me you’ve never served anyone when I’ve seen your pictures/name/email/profile posted multiple times in connection with other Dommes? Did you fill it out in Arabic and use a fake email address as your contact info?

Try. Harder.

My recent bulletin requesting inspiration for new foot photos generated a huge response- and some really thoughtful, creative ideas. My plans for the weekend fell through, so I may work on those instead. I didn't have time to answer every message, but I did read and appreciate each one.

Along the same vein, if you're a reasonably attractive submissive or foot-fetish-oriented male willing to be used as a prop in public photographs showing your face, you should contact Me at tribute_goddess_jenna@yahoo.com.

And now, as a special treat, you get to read My answers to the illustrious Foot Freak's foot fetish survey. If you haven't yet, check out his blog and post your own answers: http://www.myspace.com/freakyfetish.

Are you male or female?
Female

How long have you been in to feet?
Since My early teens.

How did you first get in to foot fetish stuff?
It grew from being Dominant, humiliating boys by making them kiss My feet, etc, but I eventually realized footplay in itself was also a huge turn-on for Me.

What is it about feet you like?
How much power you can have over someone simply with your feet.

Is there anything you don't like about feet or foot fetishes?
Male feet. Guys who want to watch Me squish bugs with My bare feet. Not happening.

What is your favorite part of the foot?
Toes and arch.

Do you like your feet, others or both?
Mine.

What have you done with feet?
Teasing, stroking, all sorts of footworship, pampering, toesucking, etc- on the receiving end. Food crushing, trampling, ballkicking, and more.

What would like to do that involves feet?
I've tried most things that sound tempting.

Ever given or received a foot job?
Yes, given.

If so how was it and what technique was used?
I usually use a teasing technique, prolonging and denying orgasm until
the poor boy is half-crazy. I've also done teasing/stroking under the
table with My feet to cause a public orgasm.

Do you have any other fetishes and if so what are they?
I have many fetishes, but most involve Female dominance.

What are your favorite types of foot fetish stuff or activities?
Having My feet worshiped, kissed, licked and massaged. Also quite fond of trampling.

Is your foot fetish public or just on here?
Public.

Who are a few people who you think have sexy feet and why?
Me! Other people's feet just don't interest me.

Clean feet or dirty? Clean.

Do you like stinky feet?
Not exactly. I like having hot, sweaty, stinky feet after working out or
wearing boots all night, then making someone lick them clean. Or
rubbing them all over someone's face.

Hose, sock or bare?
Bare and socks. And pretty shoes!

Ideal foot size? 7 or 8.

Long toes or short? Either.

What are your foot turn offs?
Feet that aren't well taken care of.

What is your single biggest foot fetish fantasy?
Hm! Are they still fantasies if you've lived them?

What's your favorite foot fetish site and why?
www.GoddessJenna.com, of course! Silly.

Who else would you like to complete this survey? Everyone!

I've had several conversations lately that have made Me question why I have a double standard for men and women. I'm not denying that I do.  I'm also not one bit apologetic. It's a complicated issue for Me.

I absolutely believe that women are superior beings. At the same time I realize that females often do not live up to their potential. I find this incredibly frustrating. Which is worse, a weak-willed male following the siren call of his penis to his inevitable ruin or a woman with all the potential in the world, wasting herself, dumbly simpering her way through life? I do hold women to a higher standard, because they should know better.

Despite this, I don't hate men. I hate the society that teaches little boys to be lying womanizers and abusers. I hate the society that teaches women to be breeding cattle. From a young age girls, even in our "enlightened" times, are trained to be soft and pleasing. To suppress their true power and their darker desires.  As one boy told me: "Men rule the world and women are submissive to them. That's just the way things are and you should accept it."  To which I can only say: Fuck that. No, I will not accept the status quo. I'd like to see you try and make me. Somehow I'm certain that any man who tried to "show me my place" would end up as a bleeding husk on the ground.

This ties in to the reason  why I'm not only uncomfortable with, but actively against men dominating and using women, even consensually. Several thousand years of males flexing their collective muscles to keep us wimmin-folk scared and pliant have been more than sufficient, thank you. I disagree with the brand of feminism that infantilizes women by telling them that they're incapable of making their own choices. At the same time, I think women should be educated about why they're actually making those choices, before they're in a position to make them. Women and men develop submissive fantasies for wildly different reasons. While men tend to become submissive as an escape from their normal routine of being in charge and in control, women tend to become submissive and develop rape fantasies as a way to deal with the constant fear of actually being raped. Is my skirt too short? Is my dress too tight? Don't drink too much. Don't dance provocatively. Don't go out at night alone. Don't be too pretty. Don't be ugly either, they'll think they're doing you a favor. Try not to draw attention to yourself. Try not to breathe.

It wears you down. Men have no comparable experience to draw from. I'm a pretty hardcore chick, and even I have that pervasive, low-level sense of men as a threat. This is probably because a solid 80 percent of the women I've ever known have been sexually abused or raped at some point in their lives. And those are just the ones I know about. That also doesn't include non-sexual violent acts perpetrated by men. My at the time 60-year-old GRANDMOTHER was beaten and raped by two men who broke into her house for that purpose alone. They were never prosecuted. My cousin was shot in the head and killed for having the audacity to try to leave her abusive husband. Yes, anecdote does not equal evidence. My trusty friend Google tells me that 1 in 6 women  in the US are victims of sexual assault. Women are ten times more likely to be raped than men. How is that acceptable? Why are rapists not publicly castrated? When I rule the world, every girl will be given a Glock and a pair of gardening shears at birth and taught to use them.

But here's where it gets tricky. You don't have to force your cock inside of a woman to be abusing your (both perceived and real) power. When you play on the habits a woman has developed from growing up in an environment of fear you are still taking advantage of her. Yes, even if she asks for it. Yes, it's the responsibility of women to become educated, to become strong enough to decide how they really want to be treated. But it is equally the male's responsibility to treat women properly. In short: Stop thinking with your penis and start treating women with respect. Then I won't have to murder you.

Valentine's Day was amazing. Yes, I know it's a saccharine, manufactured holiday. And I don't CARE. Pink hearts and flowers make Me giddy. I'll post the pictures of all your sweet gifts soon. Don't forget, if you sent Me a Valentine and included your address you'll be getting a surprise from Me!

On another note, if you read My journal through myspace, you'll need to go directly to My website to find the links to My TalkSugar and PantyStore, etc. mentioned in the previous entry.

The rest of this will be a post of things I've written to people recently that I want to remember.

First, I was telling Grant, who makes me smile, about the eight days I spent without power during our recent ice and snow storm.

I spent the last week without electricity, in the middle of the spooky crystalized woods. I kept pretending I was the Snow Queen, asleep in her ice castle.

My dreams were possibly even weirder than usual. I dreamed that a scarred, deformed serial killer fell in love with Me and tried to win My regard by slipping severed fingers under my door. I would sit by the door to stroke and admire each one in turn, judging it's worthiness. When I woke I could still feel the decomposing skin on my fingertips.

Then I dreamed that I was a surgeon, performing a dirty backroom transplant between David Bowie and a penguin. He needed it's heart, you see. We were all covered in blood and chunks of flesh. He and the penguin were both wide awake when I cut them open. He smiled at Me and said "Don't worry, love. Life is messy sometimes."

I should start a journal just for My dreams.

Next, broken bob, whose slave journal you can view on My website, asked Me to tell him about a smug man I had ruined or severely put in his place.

I'm always putting men in their places in small ways just during My day, but I can think of a few men whose lives I truly ruined.

One was a lawyer in his early 50's. He started out serving Me online and by phone, then began flying out on a regular basis to be used by Me. I would make him take Me and miss korea shopping while he followed us around like a pet monkey.

I'd let My Female friends use him at our parties. We'd play games with him like the one where he was blindfolded, naked, put in the middle of a circle of Ladies and forced to crawl around licking the feet of each Woman. He then had to correctly guess who the feet belonged to and was cropped for incorrect answers. I also had male friends use him as a cum receptacle. I recorded videos of him in the most humiliating and compromising positions.

About a year into his servitude, I found out he'd been lying to Me about his relationship- he'd claimed to be divorced, but was actually still married. I was livid! The one thing I despise most is being lied to. I immediately called his wife and had a nice long chat, pretending to be sweet and concerned about her safety ( I didn't have to pretend very hard. I was obviously more concerned about her health than her husband was.) - I told her she needed to be checked for venereal diseases because her husband had been having unprotected sexual relations with gay men. I detailed every disgusting act he'd performed and sent her a package with all of his videos, letters and messages. She was SO PISSED. She couldn't decide whether to divorce him or cut his balls off first.

The funniest part of that story is that after she DID divorce him, he wrote to Me again, begging to come back. Not a chance.

Another ridiculous man, I never even met in person but still managed to destroy. He wrote Me begging Me to blackmail him. So I had him take bunches of degrading photos, full face included. The moron wrote to me from his myspace account with all of his friends and family listed.

He installed a remote controlled nanny program on his computer so I could see the dirty sites he visited and cut off his computer access if I chose. It was actually fun- it gave detailed logs of every site he visited. And this guy was spending like 12 hours a day looking at porn. It was sick.

For a few weeks he tributed like a good boy, doing everything he was told. Then I happened to notice he was online when his computer access was supposed to be restricted. He was obviously using another computer. I still can't figure out why he was paying Me to control him- and paying for this expensive monitoring system, when he was only playing pretend.

Anyway, again I was PISSED. So I made a webpage just for him with all of his filthy photos, messages and the logs from his program, then sent the link to every single one of his friends, workmates, his wife and family. He wrote to me crying and shocked, just SHOCKED that I would be so mean, to ruin his marriage and his job. It was hilarious. Don't beg Me to blackmail you and giftwrap the tools for Me to do so if you don't plan to hold up your end of the deal.

Another boy whose chastity keys I was holding stopped tributing so I tossed the keys into Lake Erie. I never answered his begging messages afterward. I hope he had a good friend with a pair of bolt cutters and a steady hand!

The point of all this? I always win. So don't fuck with Me.