MAY 2015

May started off with a bang. A paynerd who had been binging on My goodies wanted My attention so he did what all of you worthless maggots should be doing, he started tributing. Small amounts at first, $50 at a time, but as I coiled myself around My prey tighter, he started coughing up larger and larger amounts.

After tributes he also sent a bunch of giftcards – $250 to DollsKill, $300 to American Apparel, and $800 to Net-A-Porter

I had My first real time session, which I blogged about earlier, and then towards the middle-end of the month a local pantybitch stocked Me up on panties, lipstick and of course cash.

My favorite gifts this month were the spree of L’Agent I went on during my real time session, the Moschino I received from the paynerd, and my Louboutins.

As expected, May was a good month. The month after tax refunds come in is always a good month.


After the medispa and a trip to dispensary, I headed to the sex shop to buy some supplies for My session, on the bitch’s dime of course. I browsed the sparsely stocked sex shop, disappointed by the selection. None of the harnesses fit, so I ended up in front of the dildos and plugs, wondering what size butt plug the bitch could handle. I decided to play it safe and go small. I messaged D, telling him to pick up an enema and to take it before I get there. I also commanded him to stop and pick up more cash. I browsed paddles and settled on a small black leather one. I added a bottle of lube to the basket, paid and left to hang out with My girlfriend.

As the sun went down I bid her goodbye and headed downtown to the Four Seasons. I made sure he made arrangements to have a key waiting for Me at the desk. I valeted My car, picked up My key and made My way to the 6th floor. When I walked in, the bitch was on his hands and knees, wearing the pink panties I had left him in, in a blindfold, just as I had instructed.

I let him out of his blindfold to order room service. A seafood cobb salad, fresh berries and sparkling water for Me. Fried chicken, waffles and sweet tea for the bitch. I bathed and smoked while waiting for room service.

Room service arrived as I finished up my joint and bath. We talked as we ate. He was in town from Tokyo on business. He was some sort of venture capitalist, exploring the booming marijuana industry. Interest in America’s newest legalized vice was high overseas.

Once I was full, I commanded him to bend over the bed. I pulled the butt plug out of its packaging and poured lube all over it. He said he landscaped his pussy for Me. I pulled down the pink lace panties and penetrated him. He had landscaped. His hole, albeit kinda dark was hairless. Now that the bitch was plugged I decided it was time to change out of the bathrobe and into some of the Victoria’s Secret he bought me earlier in the day. I commanded him to get out the cash I had instructed him to take out of the ATM. I kneeled on the bed and counted the cash, he sat on the floor and looked up at My perfect ass and wanked.

He came quickly. As expected. They never last long when they’re staring at My ass. As he cleaned himself up I told him I wanted to go online shopping, he would’ve said yes to anything at that point. I filled up My L’Agent cart to the brim. At around $800 he began to sweat, I finally stopped at around $1150. On my way out, I charged valet service to his room and left the valet guy a $20. A week later, 2 packages arrived.


It had been a busy morning. My brightly encased iPhone 6+ intermittently let off vibrations to notify Me of money being made and traps catching prey as I ran My usual errands. I ended up at the hair salon, chatting to My girlfriend and the hairdresser when I received a message. It was polite, concise, yet conveying everything that needed to be conveyed – he had money, fetishes, and was serious. Without instruction he sent a deposit. I instructed him to meet Me at the mall.

I got to the mall before him, as planned. The faster you can shop, the more you can buy, so I did My pre-shopping. Straight to Neiman’s to look for lingerie. I’ve been on a L’Agent kick lately and unfortunately, they didn’t have any. So, to the shoe section I went, past the Pradas, Blahniks, and Chanel. The exact Louboutins I had been coveting, the nude patent Jamie 160 mm, were on display. Like the bratty Princess I am, I snapped a picture to let him know he would be purchasing them for Me.

Everything else inside this Neiman’s was boring Me. Colorado is a shopping desert for Me. Buyers here cater to basic girls who wear uggs, riding boots and fleece jackets, even their Neiman’s was blasé.

I headed over to Victoria’s Secret to pick out some lingerie for Me and panties for the bitch. As I finished filling the black mesh shopping bag, a tall thin figure appeared. We had previously agreed upon vanilla appearances in public so we pretended to know each other as I tried things on. I let the lucky bitch see Me in some of the lingerie he was about to blow his money on but never be able to take off. Then we picked out a pair of panties for him, pink boy shorts with frilly lace. We headed to the register where My cute bratty face grinned at the total, just under $500.

Bitch carried the bags and walked behind Me as I headed towards Neiman Marcus. I sat in a chair and asked the older shoe salesman for a 36 in the nude patent Jamie 160 mm Louboutins. He brought them out, saying they were the last pair. As I slipped them on, the salesman exclaimed that he had been waiting for Cinderella to fit into them. How apropos.

Like a good little paybitch, D pulled out his AmEx and paid for My heels.

After Neiman’s, I had a medispa appointment and he had a meeting so we made plans to meet up in the evening at the Four Seasons where he was staying. But before I let him go to his meeting, I emptied his wallet of all the cash, about $300, and made him change into his new panties.