Financial Crisis, Money Isis
It just wouldn’t be right for Me not to contribute in some small way to this collapsing economy. I feel that in tight times like these, MORE money should be spent taken, because it is now that it hurts the most. And those of you who know Me, know well enough the pain I like to inflict upon you. It is, truly, My pleasure.
To warp your mind, to hook you, to deny you, to taunt you, to tease you, to ignore you, to whisper things to you that invade your being FOREVER.
And so, how better to cha-ching in the New Year but with yet another 50,000 wire transfer!
Scan of transfer notice:
And here’s a screenshot of the 50K sitting in MY account:
Then there’s the other $22,000 from January:
Click the thumbnails for the full image.
I would tell you who sent these yummy tributes, but I haven’t given him a new name yet and he would be hounded by the welfare brats and such like my other boys are. Silly, silly beggars….I am the Queen Bee, you cannot possibly take what I’ve determined is Mine – though you are more than welcome to secondhand trash that I’ve determined are useless and have thrown away.
I’m not quite done with the list yet though. I’ve also received another nice $3000 from dedorko, which I would have taken a picture of, but I picked it up from My PO Box the day I was going shopping, and it was spent immediately. I got some fiercely sexy lingerie with it, as well as some adorable winter accessories.
trigger, who’s mind is as mushy as Cream o’ Wheat now, has continued to send more than half of his paycheck each month. It equates to about 4K per month. He also hallucinates Me everywhere he goes. One time, he hallucinated Me fucking a colleague of his with a strap-on and actually SAID ALOUD to colleague, “I wish She would fuck me viciously like that.” Needless to say, the story of how he explained that tongue slip had Me in tears.
lardbelly is truly on the brink of poverty. I have the foul beast eating at soup kitchens and such in the greater Boston area at least %50 of his monthly meals. The rest of his meals consist mainly of ramen noodles, neighbors garbage, and his absolute favorite delicacy, his own feces. Unfortunately this has caused a weight loss, and he isn’t retaining his manboobs. So, I now have him wearing a 50DD waterbra when he goes out. I tried to have him put on the full frou-frou with makeup and all, but he’s so goddamn ugly that it’s pointless. It will never be any kind of freaky cute sissy, just a FREAK.
hopeless left his girlfriend by texting her on My command. The text went a little something like this:
“The smell of your vagina nauseates Me. I never want to see you again.”
It was the truth. I simply forced his pansy ass to do it. Bye bye comfortable relationship! Hello serving Goddess 24/7!
Then, I took about $4400 from him that night. It was the least he could do to thank Me from saving him from a life of dullness.
There’s more….lots more, but I tired of typing.
I might be turning My phone lines on so that you, the insignificant, can be of service to The Queen Bee.
How does One reward…?
Consistent and large tributes, complete devotion, unfailing obedience and a thorough consideration of all of My desires. That’s a pretty perfect slave, don’t you think? And, sure, I believe you should reward your good slaves every so often….
So tiny got to sit in a tub of freezing ice water and ice cubes for about an hour (with eternal chastity device still in place), while he listened to Me orgasm…..one wave after another. The first scream was intoxicating, the whimpering was gourmet and the begging that ensued was heavenly – but it was the panic at about 37 minutes that got Me off. Sheer panic. But he would not move unless I gave him permission to do so. That little boy’s mind is MINE. Yummy…And here is how 2008 wrapped up for the Queen Bee:
So many days missing in that picture. Such a shame. 
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Dear Goddess,
I get these kind of emails all the time, and for the most part I ignore them. For whatever reason I decided to reply to this one a moment ago and thought the result was amusing. =)
The email:
Dear Goddess,
I would like to serve you, but I’m afraid that I am not worthy or wealthy enough. You are the most amazing Dominant Woman I have ever laid eyes on. I see you take so much from your slaves and I’m afraid that I’d lose My entire savings to you. But I can’t stop looking at your site and your pictures. I’m obsessed with you. I’m at work right now, and I should be working but I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know what to do. Please tell me what to do.
My reply:
boy,
See if you can follow. I’ve made it really easy for your mushy little mind to comprehend.1. You don’t “lose” anything to Me – you simply give to Me what is rightfully Mine.
2. You’re definitely NOT worthy. Your life ONLY has purpose IF you become My slave and please Me in said coveted position.
3. You’re probably NOT wealthy enough to be of much interest to Me – however, I’ll thoroughly enjoy taking everything you’ve got and then some. And I will get whatever I want from you.
4. What you get to do is go into the bathroom at your office and piss on yourself. You may then return to you desk and send Me $500 for that privilege.
The result:
Oh yeah, I got $900 from My birdy today too. But that’s not ALL!!!!!
I also got another one of these from him:
I’ll put up the rest later…..I’m getting goodies delivered right now!!!
Home is where I break your heart….
A dose of DG….finally! I bet your little skintag is just pulsing to the extreme isn’t it! I imagine it’s like a little worm, all dirty and ready to be dissected for Science. But go ahead now, you all may all prick your bitty dangles with a bunch of pink head straight pins in honor of My Divine Return! Take a picture, send it to Me….hell send it to your mother, wife and priest too. I’m sure they’ll ALL enjoy the freakshow.
Sooooooooo………My vacation was subliiiiiiime. I’m officially THE Mexican National Symbol of Beauty. I was literally WORSHIPPED by thousands of those little mexis. I could have foregone flying home, opting instead for being carried on the shoulders of the tiny Mayans, as a true Goddess should travel.
And treated like a true Goddess, I was….My Amazonian Blonde Beauty stunned them ALL into submission. I had this preconceived notion that Latino boys were chock full of meaningless machisimo – well, obviously not in My Presence. No need to demand anything anywhere - EVERYTHING I wanted was just there.Some highlights of My trip:
- Had a supremely beautiful snorkeling trip…..lots of magnificent sea creatures – much like Myself. =)
- I went scuba diving for the first time! It was amazing! I so should have done this sooner – I’m a total mermaid! =P However, I’ve discovered that Mexico is one of the most difficult places to dive, as the ocean has a very powerful undercurrent. But, I did it, and it was fabulous!
- Visited Chichen-Itza – completely awe-inspiring. Was supremely pissed that they do not allow you to walk up the main temple anymore. I was rather looking forward to that.
- Had the most amazing massage of My Life overlooking the beach. Tipped the masseuse $300. (P.S. That used to be your money HAHA!)
For the most part I soaked up the sunshine. Gawd, do I have a beautiful sunkissed glowing tan now! Even My tanlines turn Me on, which I usually hate, but fuckYum! Everything’s delicious on Me!
Oh, I also came home to $5000+ in tributes and I’ve gotten $6000+ in Amazon GC’s. ¡Excelente! See, that’s the way to “work”! It’s all in the way you churn their bitty brains….chop and mush…implant and trigger….
As you can see, dodo missed Me lots.
Some new junky. Realizes this is pitiful quite quickly.
Resolves his ridiculous attempt with this! Redeems pigself slightly – now it’s time to empty his bank accounts.
Yes, I intend to drain him completely. A bloodletting on My homecoming….SUBLIME.
Oh yes, and when I got home, My house was FILLED to the ceiling with GIFTS! You have no idea what hard work it is getting presents….Hahahaaha!
It’s a good thing I have boys to open them, break down the boxes and take them to the recycling center. They, of course know that I detest coming home to a mess. My slaves watched My kitty, opened My packages for Me when I was away, assembled things that needed assembled and though My place was full of new goodies for Goddess - it was sparkling clean. So nice to come home to. They really did a lovely job.
And for all of their efforts, they were rewarded. Oh, you can ONLY imagine…..HAHAHAHA Eat, drink and be humiliated THOROUGHLY!
Such dirty little mouths now.
So, I’ll have the phone on tonight I think. I’m ready to inflict.
Are you ready to receive………………..?
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.”
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.
Nursemaids, mummy chickens and the perfect catch 22
I think I played more video games last week than I did in My entire childhood! I totally got sick again…..but it’s over.
Being out of commission and getting tributes and presents everyday makes it *almost* tolerable. That and having a little bell to ring when I want something.
slave was on vacation this week and he got to spend it being My nursemaid. Sure, I’m a brat. But when I’m under the weather, I am Damien from The Omen. Hahahahaha….I had him running around and doing so much that he literally passed out from exhaustion. After graciously letting him sleep for a few, I rang the bell loud as hell, woke him up and yelled at him to get out at 2am.
My house is immaculately clean now =) I had BOXES and BOXES stacked to the CEILING!!! My gifts strung out everywhere! My house looked like Amazon.com! Hahahaha!
And they are still coming! dodo keeps buying and tributing every day. Last week was $500 every day, a $1,100 Amazon gift card for the items he couldn’t buy, and today I woke up to another $1000. Isn’t life MY LIFE GRAND!
I also got another $1000 from zero. This Queen Bee addict tributed a long time ago and disappeared for awhile - had a Membersomenumber name – so I call him zero.
Psst….
psst….
hey zero….
Send 30 more of those thousand-dollar-drops….and don’t call Me until the 30 days is up.
I also made a phone call last week. Let’s just say it was a friendly reminder that ended in Me receiving an overnight envelope of $3000. I do love a perfect catch-22.
Mmmmm….
Anyway, now that I can finally speak again – I’m going to record some audio. I have a thousand painful ideas I must inflict upon you.
P.S. In the last month, lardbelly has eaten: dirt, alot of trashed food including a mummy chicken ROFLMAO!!!, department store flyers AND the contents of a petri dish (MY PERSONAL FUCKING FAVORITE! WHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAA!)
To elastrate, or not to elastrate…
St. Valentine’s Day Massacre
Today, most of My boys got to bleed for Goddess in green…and red.
dodo sent another $1,000 and bought everything on My WANTlist once again. My entranced birdy has purchased $16,000 of goodies for Goddess in what, two weeks?
dedorko overnighted $2,000 cash and sent an AMAZING bouquet of exotic flowers that smell phenomenal. I must find out what they are – I have NEVER smelled flowers so divine in My life!
Other tributes for Aphrodite in the flesh:
zero – $1,000 (what a bizarre accompanying email…maybe I’ll post it tomorrow…)
hopeless – $650 (atrophy is what happens to it….HAHAHA)
lardbelly – $400 (tonight’s dumpster diving feast for porky: kitty litter GROSS PUKE!!!)
randomloser – $400
There were also seven $100 tributes from various boys – some I know, some I do not. I noticed. You’re simply not worth mentioning right now.
Also I’ve gone from a smothering fascination to blood lust. I bit david’s wrist until it bled. Little droplets of life. All Mine. His orgasm was instant. It was an extraordinarily powerful moment.
Then there were the thorns on the fragrant Angel face roses ( I do believe he must have asked the florist to leave them on, the little masochist) he brought Me…
His inner thighs look like a polka dot predator was on the loose. His penis cried.
It’s dodo’s fault really. All the gifts and the large daily tributes have aroused Me immensely.
I’m exhausted…..yet still, I thirst for more.
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.....