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NYC trip, albeit short, was yum. Rocked some Broadway. Killer. Met James Spader. Hubba.  Ate $200 meals everyday. Mmm. Saw Karen Finley perform. Phenom.  Bought more jewelry than I came home to. Cha-ching.  And did I come home to a stack of boxes! As one little hypnojunky was so apt to point out (stalking My WANTlist again! hahaha), everything cleaned on them – just like I love it.

And oh, I just commanded the best head of My life, whilst smacking his pretty little face repeatedly.  Fucking perfect.

Nighty night boys….keep on dreaming.

Siren Song for 2010-03-20

Siren Song for 2010-03-12

Siren Song for 2010-03-12

Siren Song for 2010-03-10

Siren Song for 2010-03-10

Siren Song for 2010-03-08

Siren Song for 2010-03-08

A New Namaste

Today, more than yesterday, you will prostrate yourself before Me.

It is International Women’s Day, and although I’m usually not one for modern holidays, this one is important to Me.

While I consider and manifest every day as a holiday to Myself and My Exquisite Womanhood, this is a day for the reverance of all Women, and I am quite content to be the head Deity of this celebration and remind the boys of the world exactly why and what for they exist.

This is your personal mantra from this day forward. Learn it. Memorize it.

Without Her Blood, I could not be.
Without Her Womb, I am nothing.
Without Her Breasts, I starve.
Without Her Attention, I wither. 
Without Her Strength, I fall.
Without Her Advice, I falter. 
Without Her Direction, I am lost.
Without Her Beauty, I suffer. 
For Her Beauty, I suffer.
For Her Pleasure, I work.
For Her Attention, I submit.
For Her, I obey.

Siren Song for 2010-03-05

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