Musings of Mistress Monique

11.30.2006

Here's a little holiday cheer for my nasty slaves

Tonight slaves we are going to talk about panties. My panties to be precise. you know damn well that you want My panties, you know damn well that you need My fucking panties. you want these nasty fucking panties that I've worn all day. you want to bury your worthless fucking face in the crotch, you want to rub your pathetic little worm all over them. It excites you to know that I've gone shopping in these panties, that I've gone out to dinner and these panties, that have made out with men and women in these panties, that these panties are going to smell like Mistress's cunt. you want to wear Mistress's cast off fucking panties because it will make your little fucking worm excited. you know you can't wait to order Mistress's panties, it will excite you to no end to pull out your fucking credit card, lay your tribute at Mistress's feet, and wait for Mistress's e-mail telling you that She's wearing the panties She's going to send to you today. you will wait beside your fucking mailbox, your pathetic little worm excited the entire time, until the post man finally delivers your special package from your Mistress. you will take your special package and run into your house, strip off all of your clothes, bring up your Mistress's website, say your nasty little fucking chant, and beg your Mistress to talk to you on the phone while you open Her package for the first time. With your Mistress's permission, you will open the sealed package, place that package to your nose, and inhale the intoxicating scent of your Mistress. If you're being a particularly good slave, Mistress may even allow you to touch that pathetic little worm, exciting it, fondling it, until you ultimately lose control of it, defiling your Mistress's panties with your naughty little cum. Now look at the nasty little fucking mess you've made! you've ruined the precious gift that Mistress has sent you. Now you have to pay your Mistress a fucking penalty. And you have to order another fucking pair you nasty, worthless fucking piece of shit whore. So get to it nasty slave, you know you fucking want your Mistress's panties. Remember,slaves. The holidays are coming up and Mistress love's expense of fucking gifts, let's see which of My nasty fucking whores has the deepest fucking pockets. I will award a prize of My choosing to the slave who is the most creative, and the most impressive with their Yule gift to Me. This prize may be a phone session with Me, it might be some nasty fucking pictures of Me, or it may even be a pair of My precious fucking panties. Completely at My fucking discretion. How badly do you want to impress your Mistress slave. Let's see how fucking imaginative you are.


Farewell for now whores,
Mistress Monique

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11.15.2006

A few words on Blackmail

One of the things I have discovered in the time that I have been a Mistress is the popularity of the blackmail fetish. I get so many requests for this it is not funny. I wanted to lay a few ground rules some place very visible when it comes to blackmail.

I expect, if you come crawling to Me wanting to be blackmailed that you are serious about it. This means money, assholes. And a lot of it. I am not by any measure of the word, a Mistress for the casual dabbler in blackmail. If you want to participate in this fetish with Me you better be damn good and ready to pay through the fucking nose. To this end, to even be considered for blackmail, you must begin with a 75.00 tribute, or I will not waste MY time considering you. If you cannot come up with this, think shithead, how are you going to afford the minimim of 100.00 per week that I demand to participate in blackmail fetish?

Second, I require blackmail slaves to maintain a minimum of 1 weekly phone session. This is to reinforce the control I have over you as well as give Me more ammunition for blackmailing you further.

Third, you will give Me the information I want. I am not a detective nor am I psychic. I am not going to waste My precious time trailing after you. If you dont want to give this information willingly to participate, then fuck off, don't waste My time.

Fourth, when it comes to Money, I don't fuck around. When I tell you that you are to have your tribute or blackmail money to Me by a certain day, I will accept no excuses. If you miss this date, I will turn over information to whomever I have on file as part of your blackmail information. I dont give a shit if your dog died and you had to pay for a wake for him, you must remember, Mistress comes first, anything else is incidental. It is always going to be the case that your needs are insigificant your wants are meaningless. Participation in blackmail is voluntary, as far as, if you fulfill all of My obligations, you may leave with no fear of your information going to loved ones. Leave without meeting My rules first, and find yourself exposed.

Before you ever bring up blackmail with Me you had better be in a position of being able to release a minumum of 115.00 per week to the effort and currently, to end the blackmail fantasy is 6x whatever your weekly blackmail amount is at that time. If you are still at 100 per week, you may count on 600 to buy out of the blackmail. Considering I require a minimum of 4 weeks of blackmail servitude, weekly phone sessions (more if needed) an initial application fee, count on being in to Me for around 1200 for the first month of blackmail if you decide to back out after a month. No exceptions.

And on another note. I have had several potential slaves presuming to place conditions on thier slavery to Me. I want to make one thing completely clear. I do not appear on cam for any reason. If you say you need to see Me, that is what My pics are for. If you say you want to verify Me, who the fuck are you? I have been maintaining slaves with no personal contact with Me other than phone sessions for years. There is nothing special about you that warrants I should bow to your wishes and go through some kind of proof process. I am here to be entertained by you and served by you, I do not bow or submit to ANY demand you may make on Me and such a demand is likely to get you removed from service to Me if you have already begun, or not even considered if you have not. In this case you will accept what is available to you and be grateful for any attention I deign to show you or you can take that piddly little fucking useless flap of skin between your legs somewhere else.

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11.07.2006

Erotic Hypnosis

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11.02.2006

Men are so easy

Today while out shopping with money from a few of My slaves, I happened upon a man, in a store that men claim they shop for their women in. I noticed him because he was watching Me. Now, when I see a certain look in a mans eyes, it does not matter how they try to hide it, I notice. It does not matter that he tried so hard not to look directly at Me, My regal bearing was too much for him. When I picked things out to try on, he would watch. When I roamed from one side of the store to another, he followed. Not obviously, mind you, but follow he did. When he had followed Me near the changing room, I grabbed him by his belt and dragged him into the small space. His eyes got wide and his mouth gaped open like some kind of fish. I took a pair of black silk panties that I was shopping for and stuffed them in his mouth, and shoved him to his knees. He looked like he was ready to cry, the pathetic man. I made him put his hands on each side of the mirror that was in the space, made him look at his face, and took off My shoe. It was a black high heel shoe, not exactly soft. I then grabbed the back of his belt, without saying a word telling him exactly what I wanted, which was his ass in the air. He looked scared out of his wits. I spanked his ass quite hard there in the changing room. If those panties had not been in his mouth I do believe he would have cried out. After a few minutes of this, I dragged him up to his feet by his collar, took the panties out of his mouth, and told him in no uncertain terms, that he was buying My purchases. He looked so ashamed when I took him to the front counter and made him get out his credit card, he trembled as he handed it over to the clerk. Once I had the reciept in My hand, I walked out without another word to the pathetic male. I think that encounter may have changed the poor chaps life. I wouldn't care, not my problem, and I certainly didn't leave him My card. LOL


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