Princess Addiction

Financial domination is surrender. It is the act of surrendering the one vital element that you still possess that allows you to call yourself a man. It’s vital to your survival, as without appealing to Me with your cash you won’t exist to Me at all… and if you don’t exist to Me? Hunny, you just simply don’t exist.

I’m laying in bed overlooking the Lake and I have a perfect view of the waves crashing up against the shore – each one ignited by the moon-light.

Totally forgot about this, Ha Ha Ha...

Earlier this week decided last minute that I wanted to drop everything and fly to Chicago next day. So I booked my flight, packed my bags, and took off less than twelve hours later. I had some issues at the boarder. It’s a good thing that I left when I did. I’m told that if I don’t contact a lawyer and get some things worked out ASAP I’m going to lose my permanent residency which is absolutely tragic. If I go back to Canada (with a lawyers assistance) and willingly give up my permanent residency card I can file then file for a re-application and should be able to move back at my convenience. I would have to go through all sorts of garbage again! Fucking paperwork. It took me forever to get my residency and cost a fortune. I’ve sent paypig a demand for cash and it’s really important as my vacation is going to be extended (perhaps permanently!) until I can figure this whole thing out; something I didn’t exactly plan for!

Naturally I went shopping the moment I got into Chicago. I missed the city a lot, I missed the skyline, I missed Michigan Avenue.

I’m currently a hop skip and a jump outside of the city staying in a lake-front Mansion. I just got out of the large luxurious shower and I’m wrapped up in a sexy pink towel wrap that resembles lingerie. Dripping dry… So, Imagine me laying on my tummy with my legs bent at the knees while I show off My perfect soles painted pink from the heat of the shower.

Mwwaaah... superiority

For the next week or so I’m going to relaxxx a bit, take calls on keen, and once this lawyer thing is dealt with my bank account is lubed up again — I’ll be heading back into the city. Some major shopping is in order so e-mail me at worshipthequeen@gmail.com if you think you could be lucky enough to hold My bags while I hold your wallet in The Windy City.

Oh man! I am so not drinking on an empty stomach anymore. I started drinking last night in the early hours of the morning. Which was totally fine but I forgot to eat yesterday. It’s not something I usually do but if I’m having fun and I’m preoccupied I just forget to feed myself. There was a fireworks festival to celebrate the end of the summer tonight but I couldn’t partake because I was sleeping off the drunk. I woke up several times after going to bed at noon and I couldn’t get up because I was STILL DRUNK. So I laid there in bed moaning waking up several times throughout the night going how is it possible that I am still drunk? Until I forced myself away when Kat walked over me in the bedroom getting the laptop to go on cam for her little mikey mouse. Who was also lucky enough to get to see us both privately on cam yesterday when he called his Goddess on Niteflirt.

So when I finally got out of bed I stole some of Kat’s Bawls rootbeer which is just full of delicious sugar and immediately some of my hangover resided. Ahha… I suppose I totally failed to eat yesterday. Oh Miss Jennifer you are so silly sometimes. I made soulvaki porkchops for us on the grill for midnight dinner.

Messing around with Justin.tv was fun. There were a bunch of total nerd losers on the main page having a video game marathon. Which I’m sure would have brought them lots of attention if it wasn’t for Kat & I soaking it all up. Flufferbunny was content to serve Us as a room moderator and kick out any ridiculous morons who made inappropriate comments. I also added a “Live Cam” area to the website so you wimps and losers can press refresh until your fingers bleed. Last night was really dead on keen and on yahoo messenger. I hope all of you enjoyed your last weekend of the summer since all of your “fun” is from now on is going to be sacrificing yourself for Me. My fun at your expense, sounds totally fair!

I assume I am going to have future broadcasts that are password protected and only slaves under servicing me will be able to participate. PANTYSHOT, where the fuck is my picture??? I am only asking you to do one thing… are you going to fail at something so simple?

It’s morning and I’m awake. I’ve been fighting through the tiredness for what feels like forever. I’ve started to become a glutton for energy drink sodas I’ve been pounding them back harder than I’d pound a little sissy whores pussy with my strap-on while pullin’ her pigtails.

I still feel really mentally “foggy” which is absolutely bizarre for me. I’m always cerebrally quick – like you’re ready to take a dick! I’m listening to way too much rap these days I swear all this rhyming and alliteration is seeping into my brain. Not saying that I mind it too much.

I’m back on MSN; but not yet back on yahoo messenger. Don’t be expecting too much intelligent conversation.

I’d like to make a mention about cum-whipper. Bukake Bucket is one of the best examples that a fetish submissive could hope to aspire to. He always does his tasks with great enthusiasm and accuracy. I’ve been going through with drawl when it comes to watching him on cam fulfilling our tasks and bowing to our will. More than going and getting ridiculously drunk, more than the excess shopping money I get from being available on keen, I’ve missed being able to guide this mushy little cum bucket. He was supposed to come and visit not long ago, but I got sick and wasn’t able to keep my end of the arrangement. We’ve re-planned hopefully for September and I’m going to be collecting lots of jars of cum for the widdle baby in the meantime. I’m open to the universe dropping a big giant dick in my lap for her to suck for us