Good Evening

Good evening, My lovelies. Today I took a slave shopping with Me. This slave is a very well behaved slave, conditioned to My excursions, he knows he is to follow behind Me and to the left, eyes down, following My feet. This shopping trip was a reward to My faithful slave and begin early in the day. Before we left, My slaves bathed his Mistress. He lovingly washed Me, beginning with My feet. His well-trained hands massaged My feet as he washed preparing My glorious feet for walking in the mall. Then he worked the soapy cloth up My leg's, kneeling between them. With his eyes carefully kept on his hands and what they were doing. He knew better than to let his eyes wander. When he reached My divine sex, as he had been taught, he wadded the soapy cloth up and placed it in his mouth, holding at it with his teeth so that he will not disgrace Me by touching My sex with his body. This washing continues all the way up to My hair. Once he is done washing Me, he then accordingly dries Me and oils My skin. Then he is allowed the honor of assisting Me with My dressing. He is to remained kneeling as he assists Me. If I have been pleased with the service, and I have been today, he is allowed to accompany Me. He always wears a something that complements My outfit, complementary colors and style. He also wears a dog choker collar at all times. In the car, I keep them leashed, when we go in the stores or the mall he walks behind Me and to the left, always ready for whatever I demand of him. When I have finished shopping he is there without a word with his credit card unless I'm spending another slaves money. Today's shopping spree was financed by D. W., who persists in thinking that he can resist Me. What he doesn't seem to realize is that even if he were never to take another action in My honor, that I have already won. I have already taken advantage of him, I have already given him a taste of the humiliation of being a weak willed man. I think that is enough titillation for this evening slaves. And for those that are yet aching to join My service, crawl your sissy fucking asses over to My site and submit yourselves up for My inspection.

Mistress Monique

Hello My lovelies.

And how are My nasty slaves today? And what are My whores thinking of? I am sure you are thinking of your Mistress and how you can serve Her.
Today has been a day of pampering for your Mistress. Beginning with a nice deep massage this morning. It is so relaxing to feel those talented hands easing My muscles and soothing My skin. Next it was a pedicure, I opted for the french manicure on both My fingers and toes. I will quite enjoy having My feet worshipped with kisses and licks. At this time I am waiting for the various oils and creams I will take home to be packaged for Me. I enjoy having My slaves continue to pamper Me on a daily basis. The pampering is close to the spa experience, but not quite the same.
The next stop on the way home for Me is the lingerie shop. I know My slaves would give anything to be kneeling outside the dressing room while I try on My purchases, to stand meekly behind Me as I use your credit card at the register. Think of the rush you would have to open your credit card statement and see the charges I have made. Think of the feeling of seeing your savings account drain to please Me. That is enough for now slaves.

Mistress Monique

The downward spiral

What does it mean to be so addicted to something you cannot define? To feel yourself slipping away bit by bit, to have your resolve crumbling. I know your voice, the one in your head that is urging you to run away as fast as you can, to resist being sucked in to My power. But My voice is there too, softly urging you to prove yourself. Seducing you to empty yourself at My feet, daring you to throw it all away on someone who gives not two thoughts about you. You tell yourself you will not come back to My site, and here you are again. You have tried to keep away and you cannot. The only way out is through the bottom, only when you have been used up like one of the tissues a slave recently rescued from my trash can, only when you have been cast off will you be free. Until then you merely prolong the inevitable, dancing at the fringes of destruction, you know you want to lay it all at My feet, and there are so many ways to do so. Credit cards, gift certificates, there are many ways to spoil your Goddess. You are completely under My power, I know this because I know you are listening to My words over and over, you are coming back to My page over and over, and you cannot help yourself or stop yourself. Spoil Me, because I laugh at you, spoil Me because I am a Goddess, spoil Me because you need to feel the radiance of My attention, which you have lived in the dark without all your life. Spoil Me because you need to, spoil Me because it is the only way you can feel those nasty rushes over and over again.

Mistress Monique