Princess Addiction

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.

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