I love it when you shop for Me.
There aren’t many things a worthless pig or a loser can do to really give Goddess a rush or excite Her. Of course the ULTIMATE goal is a smile on My face, and I do laugh a lot.. and smile… but it’s AT YOU! Not because of you. Of course, “How do I please Goddess” is something that runs through your head, over and over, again and again.
There are many slaves that would resort to complete and total physical torture in the hopes it may make Me smirk. Sitting on a block of ice for an few hours with your balls stretched downwards so you’re basically sitting on them. Cock in chastity, key in the ice. While you’re forced to watch sexy photo after sexy photo of your HOT blonde Goddess running in a screen-saver on your PC. I laugh as your ass and balls drain of blood eventually turn blue and develop frost bite. Yeah! That’s pretty funny. Sure. I’ll smirk.
But, how can you bring Goddess more than simple amusement? How can you, a pathetic freak, totally unworthy of My Ultimate Blonde Hotness transcend being just a simple corpse I’d step over in the street?
Sorry to break it to you loser. you can’t! Yet there is a way in. An intuitive connection between you and Goddess that only you can make happen. A way to effect and influence My life in more than just gifting Me a tribute of cash to feed My financial fetish.
Gifting Goddess. Why is Goddess’s Amazon wish-list such a holy place?
When you’re shopping for Goddess you’re opening up the VERY real possibility that Goddess may touch and use the items you’ve purchased. Sure, My attention span is low. I get bored of many items, the same as I do of boys and pigs and throw them aside with no regard.
Or the video game She crashes onto the couch playing in Her boyfriends arms, while flirting and teasing other helpless guys online. The furniture that gets to experience My perfect ass. Or the laptop computer, that sits on My bed as I lay on My tummy, breasts nearly pressing up against it. Or the big screen that My bf and I watch porn on. The body wash I lather and caress all over My hot naked body in the shower. The rings on My fingers, the necklace hanging between My breasts the bracelets that jingle on My wrists. The shoes I walk on in each perfect step increasing the value of each part of earth I walk upon. The bed that we fuck on. The sheets that we’re tangled in. Gifting Goddess is a very real way to get inside Goddess’s home. Into Goddess’s life.
But what an exciting idea, that Goddess’s perfect hands which would NEVER touch you are holding and using something you’ve purchased. The purse around Her shoulder that gets thrown to the ground when Goddess fucks in public. The lipstick or gloss that gets painted onto Her perfect pouty lips before She goes down on … I’m sure you pigs can imagine.
It’s like a lottery. Work hard. Shop for Goddess. Will your item be something Goddess tires of and throws aside? Or will it make it’s way into Goddess’s life? Essentially allowing you, a worthless loser to wiggle your way into perfection in the only way that you can.