Am I PHENOMENAL or what?!!!
These gift certificates aren’t even counting the THOUSANDS of dollars of stuff My little birdy buys off Amazon directly. It’s hot, I know!!!! No – I’M HOT! And I don’t just mean sexxxxxy. I mean ACHINGLY GORGEOUS AND TRIUMPHANTLY BRILLIANT!
Yeah if I was you, I’d want to be Me too! The problem for you is this:
I am The Incomparable.
Copy every word I write…no seriously, DO IT! How about you just call your dusty Amazon wishlist a WANTlist or some other cute derivative of My Divine Vernacular?! I’m sure the boypigs will clear up those goodies in a blinding flash! HAHAHAHAHA! No! Try bleaching those brunette locks suicide blonde like Mine! WHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! They’ll love you, I promise! Oh, here’s a good one….take up HYPNOSIS! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
No wait! I’ve got the perfect solution!
Get on your dirty cock-smoking knees and grovel like the rest of the WORLD!
P.S. The secret’s in the sauce!
UPDATE 3-30-08:
There is really only one thing to say about this…..
Whatever Thee Goddess Wants, Thee GODDESS GETS!
Good day sunshine
I am soooo deliriously happy today! The sun is shining, the air is crisp and clean -
I’m so done with winter that I am forcing spring to get here! I ordered all new outdoor furniture and it arrived this week along with a massive amount of other goodies I’ll upload to the goodies page later =)
AND I woke up to 4 HUGE tributes and a smaller one….That’s almost better than a cup of tea =P
I’m off to play…..ciao junkies!
Have I told you lately that….
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Spread the word, ye little altar boys! Goddess is good, GODDESS IS GREAT! I told you a little over a year ago I’d be tearing the world’s heart to pieces and EVERYTHING I’ve said has been and will be MINE! And you don’t even know the HALF of it! Hahahahaha!
Yeeeeeeesssssssssss…..if you think some of the anecdotes I graciously bestow upon you in My Decadent Diary are unbelievable, you wouldn’t even FATHOM the things I don’t write about. Everytime I think I’ve topped My Divine Self, I pull a rabbit ten times the size of Asia out of My velveteen bag o’ trixies!
Awww….piqued your curiousity again, haven’t I? I didn’t mean it, I sweeeeeear. On the ex-priest’s bible! On the crippled freak’s mommy’s grave! I pinky swear. Cross My black little heart and hope you die. Hahahaha…
There are just some things that cannot be told.
Of course, there are also the things I inflict on the passing pigfuck that I simply forget about….using you for whatever pleasure I might be seeking that moment. And you know who you are.
But I, well…..I’ve forgotten about you already.
Or have I?
So they wonder…
I had a lump of yuck recently ask Me if I enjoyed making boys fatter, uglier, wimpier…etc. First of all, it sent it’s photo along with it’s email (how the camera did not shatter into a trillion pieces I know not) and I wondered, “Could it really get any WORSE than that?!”
I mean, this nasty of nasties is one step away from full on Jaba the Hutt.
After the acidic disgust subsided, I actually pondered the question. I assume jaba inquired due to what I’ve been inflicting on lardbelly aka the human garbage disposal. I didn’t bother to ever answer jaba directly, but I thought it would be a good topic to write about.
So the answer to the question is….depends, huh what? and, YES!
1. If the pigfuck is chunky, he’s not that productive. Lazy slaves are worthless to Me. If anything, I’d choose to whip their asses into something useful. However, sometimes one comes along that is particularly amusing (like lardbelly) and well, My sadism says, “Stuff the cunt full o’ Twinkies and isolate him from the last shred of his self esteem.”
2. Uglier? How is that possible? If you’re ugly, you’re pretty much ugly. Mother Nature got to you first and although She and I are often in cahoots on many a project, She’s done all the hard work for Me. I simply get to use it as a tool.
3. But wimpier….oh yeeeeessssssss! Machisimo has no place in My world. It is not necessary to be productive. In fact, it rather distracts them from the most important part of life - Me. I like a “yes” boy. I like turning macho boys into yes boys. Breaking them down is easy. I even like a challenge - because let’s just face it, I never lose.
So what it all really boils down to is mood. Most boys are uni-dimensional. I am a multi-faceted gem. That’s why a Girl must possess MANY slaves. So that on any given day, with any given mood – I can pick over My Hive and say,”You. You there. Crawl over here. Goddess wants to play.”
Quickie Dose of Decadence
Rejects of nature REJOICE! The White Devil has deigned to bless your inconsequential day and turn on the drip for a moment.
Now, go get the rubber band. Wrap it around tightly. You need My dose. I know.
A quick fix, but never painless:
- The Cancun Contribution plate is up to $6800! My trip is paid for ENTIRELY =), and now it’s time for shopping moula!
- I’ve created a devastatingly enslaving new hypnosis Mp3. It’s simply entitled “Obsession”. I’m sure that all of you reading My Journal are quaint with that notion. I decided to….well…. help you fall further down that endless spiral. It’ll be fuuuunnnn….I promise. Hehehehe….
Purchase “Obsession” here:
With reference to My calamitous whispers….I’ve got two boys quite jumbled in their little brains right now. dodo thought that he’d sent Me 100k by now, but it’s only about $65,000 so far with no end in sight! I have coerced certain financial information from him (as well as every weakness he possesses) and I must say….yummy!
And trigger made his way to the bank last week, signed up for a $25,000 home equity loan….and doesn’t remember a thing about it. He sees the paperwork and messages Me….only to be entranced into the next step.
lardbelly is officially a human garbage disposal. He’s replaced that Mikey kid….he’ll literally eat ANYTHING for Me! Hahahahaha!!!
I dismissed the mustang for disobedience a month ago or so. Now he’s writing Me ludicrously long love letters. Here’s one hilarious excerpt:
Accept the echo of the slave now banished as Your modicum of ghost. And here, upon the solid stone and granite of the person I will build the shrine for You and not a prison; here the altars will be built that magnify the human person and accepts the burden of the flesh but aspires to a liberation; and the flesh will be exalted in the elevation. The ought-Shrine ought to have been built long ago. Where all is what it ought to be; the tight and long drawn ought of possibility that caresses thought at midnight and makes companion in the silence of the silver moon. I love the otter of the ought, that chatter-ought and tighten taught the knot that ought to find the person to bind quite tight in spirit regulation and ligation.
My, do I churn exceptional grist for the poetic… Oh heartache! Oh devastation! Oh Goddess!
You see little boys…..you can read all about Me. You can stalk My videos on Youtube. But nothing, absolutely NOTHING compares to submitting to Me directly….
It is an experience you’ll never forget.
Belleza exquisita en México! Ay-yi-yi!
Well, I finally decided that I’m going to zip down to Cancun for My vacation! White sand…. blue water…..massages on the beach….HEAVEN! I’ve picked a lovely and expensive cater-to-all-My demands resort and I’m so excited to get out of this icy blast of winter for a week!
And who’s paying for this extravagant journey to the coast of Mexico?
Bien, usted es, por supuesto….
Once again, I refuse to let My good boys foot the entire bill. It’s too easy and there are too many of you pitiful pud-pounding puddles of testosterone hanging on My every word.
So it’s a lucky day for you….finally! Hahahaha! You get the amazing opportunity to Give Grandeur to the Grandest of Them All! It’s the perfect deal, isn’t it!
Thee Queen Bee’s Cancun Contribution
The week-long trip is going to run about $6,500. This doesn’t include any shopping or other excursions I intend to take. I’m leaving April 6th. I will have at least $8,500 contributed before then.
You can make your offering two ways. Via tribute buttons or by sending cash in the mail to Me.
I prefer you to overnight cash in the mail. It’s far more erotic than clicking a tribute button.
The trip to the bank you make for Me. Taking from yourself to give to Me. Is the teller suspicious that you’re withdrawing so much? Does she see that you’ve got a little stiffy that literally hurts!? Don’t try to hide it. Women see ALL. You’re guilty, guilty, guilty as charged.
I also tend to remember those moments much more. Something about opening the envelope….reading the accompanying letter……counting the sacrificial offering……mmmm….yummy!
Offerings by mail may be sent to:
***P.O. Box Address removed due to tattletale. Check My website on how to get it.***
Offerings online can be made on this page:
http://decadent-goddess.com/journal/suffer_for_me/
Additionally, only those boys who’ve contributed to My Cancun trip will be granted the privilege of seeing photos and videos of it.
So, when you do tribute, make a note that you know I’ll enjoy Myself in Cancun with the money you used to have. I get too many random tributes to know who you are without mention.
Oh and here’s a fabulous new wallpaper to dress up your dingy desktop:
Download ‘Verse’ 800×600
Download ‘Verse’ 1024×768
Off to the gym….there’s a little boy there I’m determined to……..own. =P
Recent Experiments
Firewater Enema
I’ve made various boys give themselves a whiskey enema, a vodka enema – but I really wanted to step it up a notch. A little forced intoxication with a twist BURN!
Unfortunately the Firewater itself didn’t have the burning effect I’d hoped for. So I needed to adjust the concoction. Add 12ml of clove oil and VOILA! The screaming begins.
Very quickly the screaming turned to crying, the crying turned to mumbled, drunken weeping and begging….which results in Me wanting to shut its little trap. So I decide it needs both holes filled.
Enter the cheap whiskey. Old Granddad in it’s mouth and Firewater+clove oil in its ass. No hands. If it drops the bottle, it gets to snort the burning firewater concoction up its nose. The bottle did not get dropped…. for quite awhile.
Then I tell subject what its mother’s name is and subject drops bottle.
Snorting of Goddess’ concoction commences, with GREATER weeping and MUCH MORE begging. Experiment ends with subject very drunk and sobbing. I hang up on subject.
The subject, in its inebriated and fearful state, begins to send tribute after tribute begging for My mercy – at least that’s what I gleaned from subject’s obvious inability to type clearly.
Subject wakes up the next day and sends more. It maxes out its credit card in one week.
Goddess is pleased.
Ginger Plug
After the firewater/clove oil experiment, I’ve become a bit obsessed with the concept of burning. Then I remember something I’ve ALWAYS wanted to try, but usually forget about.
Figging.
Otherwise peeling a piece of ginger root and inserting it into a dirty hole.
But I don’t want to do it to an anal junky. It has to be a virgin.
That’s why the young ones are perfect. Still fresh….untouched.
Subject #2 has no idea why Goddess has ordered him to the grocery to pick up ginger root, but the anticipation of what I will use it for has its tiny dangle as hard as it can get and thus makes it difficult for the subject to walk. Goddess then orders it to duct tape the pinky-sized protrusion down before he runs to the store for the ginger.
Upon its return, subject keeps asking Goddess,”What will you do with the ginger?” It annoys Goddess to no end.
Goddess makes subject stuff its mouth with roommate’s filthy sock and duct tape its mouth shut. It cannot speak anymore – only listen and obey. Subject gags repeatedly. Obviously it’s one foul piece of footwear stuffed in its yapper.
Goddess makes subject peel ginger and whittle it into a plug shape. Muffled resistance as subject begins to realize what is going to happen. Goddess begins to whisper that it’s going to burn the flesh very badly, and resistance increases. This only makes it more exciting for Goddess.
Goddess forces subject to stick the ginger root anal plug in its ass. Virgin whimpers as the ginger enters. Once in place, the subject quiets down a bit.
Goddess knows that the subject is confused that the ginger is not burning. Patiently, She waits. Muffled screaming commences. Goddess laughs and laughs and laughs.
Goddess then orders subject to rip the duct tape from its skintag. Muffled pleading is ignored. Goddess does not allow the subject to remove the duct tape slowly, as She knows the subject hopes to do. She makes sure that the guinea pig tears it from his flesh. Ouch.
Yes, it hurts. It bleeds and it burns and now it cries. Little boy tears are food for Goddess.
She is pleased.
Scam-a-Lamma-Ding-Dong (Or “Back To The Big House She Goes”)
So Melissa K. Jutras is pretending to be Me on Amazon. Yeah, isn’t that a riot and a half!
This old junky thinks that she’s running a hot scam, setting up a wishlist under My Name and all. The rotten twat has actually tried to be….dare I say, devious (ack!), by putting a half ton of pink crap and a bunch of goodies that I’ve already gotten on her shitlist along with the other junk she hopes to receive by attempting to imitate THE DIVINE.
I laughed My ass off when I saw it.
Don’t know who Melissa Jutras is, you say…
Yeah, I didn’t either until today. It seems Melissa Jutras is an pathetic petty thief.
Judge Mark O’Connor placed three defendants on the prosecutor’s pretrial diversion program on October 8, 2007. Deanna Burnham, age 35 of Cable pled guilty to grand theft, Jerome Hicks, age 18 of Bellefontaine pled guilty to aggravated assault, and Melissa Jutras, age 41 of Bellefontaine pled guilty to receiving stolen property.
Melissa, I’d suggest you hoist up those granny torpedoes and move again. They’re coming for ya, cuntbag.
Anyway, My WANTlists are here:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/1I854A1E0OC69
I know you dorks are dimwitted, so if it’s not the one above – it’s not MINE.
Oh, and I took more money this week than most of you peasants make in a year. Every time I recover from some illness, I just have the most voracious appetite for ……………
Decadent Goddess
It is with great pleasure and satisfaction that I will torture, taunt, mesmerize, and control you...
I am the Decadent Goddess. The White Devil. The Queen Bee.
I AM YOUR DREAM COME TRUE.....