Happy New Year, Bitches! To ring in 2019 I plan to get fucked up and stay online all night talking to you faggoty fucks. 🙂 Some come get ya some!
Typically I’m not one to make resolutions, but this year feels a little different. So, here goes:
My 2019 New Year Resolutions
- Help a record number of sissy sluts graduate from dildos to REAL cock
- Publicly document the humiliation and feminization for several slaves.
- Update my blog at least once a month
- Tweet often
- Adopt a wine/spirit slave
- Adopt a weed slave
- Take a month long vacation fully funded by you fuckers
I thought I’d post an email I got from one of my sissy subs to encourage you reluctant cocksuckers to put on your big girl panties and get down on your knees.
I wanted to talk to you but you weren’t available. But I couldn’t wait to tell you that I sucked cock for you today, Mistress, and now I’m a real sissy. I have a confession to make. It took me a while to get my nerve up. I went to the bookstore yesterday but I chickened out. That’s why I sent you that big tribute. I was ashamed of myself and wanted to make up for letting you down, even though you didn’t know I did. But I didn’t give up, Mistress. I put on my red panties with the black lace and went back down there today and made you proud.
I saw a guy reading the magazines. I could tell he was getting turned on so when he went to the back where the bathroom is I followed him. My heart was beating so hard but all I thought about was serving you Mistress. Just before he went into the bathroom, I reached out and grabbed his cock. He yelled at me and asked me what the fuck I was doing. And I told him. I said I want to suck his cock. He was a big guy. He looked like the truck driving type. I thought he was going to punch me or something. But he opened the door and told me to come in.
As soon as he slid his fat cock meat in my mouth, the sissy in me came out. I sucked his cock like you were watching me. I could hear your voice in my head telling me to be a good little cock whore. He had huge fucking balls and I gobbled those down too while I worked his cock with my hands. I felt him get hard as brick and put my lips on his cockhead just in time to catch his load. It was so much cum! When he finished with me he said ‘damn you faggots can some suck some cock’. It felt so good when he said that. After he left I could taste cum and smell his balls on my face and I had to cum twice before I could leave.
You were so right, Mistress. I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long but only you could bring it out of me. I’m glad you own me. I’m so cock hungry now. I just posted an ad on CL. I might have some more cock in my mouth and my ass by the time I talk to you again! Can’t wait to talk to you and tell you more. My cock is so hard right now I can’t take it.
My sensual femininity is my ultimate power tool. But don’t think that means I won’t administer pain when you need to be punished. Hahaha Who am I kidding? Sometimes I administer pain just because I want to. What can I say? After a hard day, the sound of a slave whimpering in pain can be such a stress reliever. But once I decide that a slave must pay, either for his own transgressions or because I need to unwind, I have to make a decision. How am I going to make him hurt? There are so many ways to make pain.
I’ve found that ball and cock torture is especially effective for disobedient slaves. That kind of pain is memorable. It sends a message. Plus, there’s a special kind of fear in a slave’s eyes when you’ve literally got him by the balls . It’s a fear like no other. I like that. The sounds are different too. I swear I could listen to a symphony of nothing but guys getting their cocks and balls tortured. It’s music to my ears.
When I need to make a slave understand that his body is no longer his body, nothing works better than increasing his circumference. I’ll open up a slave’s ass until it’s the size of a manhole if that’s what it takes for them to understand that I own them. My slaves tend to catch on quick though, so I haven’t had to go that far yet. Yet…
There are all kinds of tools and instruments that can be used to inflict physical pain, and they have their place. But I don’t need clamps, ropes, whips, monster dildos or anything else to inflict on you the worst kind of pain, and that’s psychological.
Who you are is not the problem. Not accepting who you are is the problem. If you keep hoping that one day they won’t laugh at your 3-inch, baby carrot, dick or that one day she’ll stop coming home so late, or that one day you won’t be so fucking weak, you will always feel the pain of being a failure. You will always feel the shame of not living up to expectations. Why torture yourself with hope? There is no hope for you. You are a loser, and you will always be a loser. Accept who you are, submit to me, and make the most out of your pathetic, insignificant life.
It’s ironic how free you’ll feel after you slip on the leash and collar. No more pretending and failing to be someone you could never be. No more lying to yourself. No more denying what’s in your DNA. You have the S gene. You were born to worship me. When you bow down at my pretty feet, you will find the purpose you never thought you had, which is to serve me. When you look up, you’ll see the only thing that matters and you will know what it finally feels like to be where you belong. The sooner you come terms with the undeniable, the sooner you will realize that it is better to have a purpose, no matter how subservient and humiliating it may be, than to have no purpose at all.
You have no other purpose.
Submit to me.
My Needs Are Greater Than Your Needs. You have a mortgage? Kids to put through school? Food to buy? I don’t give a fuck. I want a pedicure. My smallest wants are more important than your biggest needs. My subjects understand this. I will teach you how to prioritize and you will understand this too. And you will give me your money.
It’s Your Only Purpose. At some point, you’ll probably start to think that I like you, that I care about you. If indulging in that fantasy helps money transfer from your bank account to mine, then by all means, knock yourself out. But I’m telling you now that all you are and all you will ever be, to me, is a financial resource. If you cease to fulfill the purpose of your existence, I will discard you. And since you’ll want to stay in the realm of Mistress Annikah-Lynn, you will give me your money.
You Can Satisfy A Woman, For A Change. You probably think that you’ve gotten used to being a disappointment by now. You try to pretend that it doesn’t hurt when she fakes it, but it does. Deep down, you want to be able to make a woman happy and to satisfy her. When I get money, the smile on my face is real and when I spend it, I am truly satisfied. You want to know what it feels like to be ‘that guy’, so you will give me your money.
Blackmail Works. Anybody who has ever spent more than five minutes with you knows that you’re a loser. That’s not a secret. But they couldn’t possibly imagine what a defect you really are. What if they saw the things you do for me on cam? What if they could hear the things you say to me? What if they knew the humiliation and depravity you seek? You don’t want to be exposed, so you will give me your money.
And of course, there’s the reason why you do everything… because Mistress said so.
There is nothing that pleases this sadistic Mistress more than seeing you bowed before me, totally emasculated and begging for mercy, while I strip away the last remnants of your dignity with my vile, soul crushing words.
You are such a useless sissy bitch boy, only worthy of being transformed into the cock craving faggot. You are such a loser, I don’t even deem you worthy of licking the cream pie out of my cunt. If you want to taste my pussy, you’re going to have to clean it off the cock that fucks me! That’s the closest to my cunt you’re ever going to get!
No, no more pussy for you, ever. Instead you are going to be a total fuck pig faggot, and my extreme hardcore humiliation will train you to beg for dick like the greedy little cum whore that I know you should be!
You know, if you were a real man, I might not have to punish you so much. Or, if you’d just admit that you are a weak little bitch boy, I might take some mercy on you, and punish you less. But you still think you are a big, tough guy, and once again that forces me to show you just how wrong you are. Let’s see how strong you look when I kick the shit out of those balls. Lets see if stamping on that hard on with my boots wipes the smug smile off of your face. As your Mistress, I decide how much you can take. I decide when enough is enough, so there’s no stopping until I say so. I know you’re getting hard thinking about the abuse I will pummel you with. And as strong as you think you are, I promise you It won’t be long until I bring you to tears, and then I’ll really give you something to cry about! And when all is said and done, you will cower at my feet like a slave should, and tell your Mistress ‘thank you’ for showing you what a little bitch you really are.