Femdom Goddess Worship: Pay, Love, Pay

I have been thinking about "Goddess Worship." Lately I have grown far more comfortable with the title "Goddess." Being called "Goddess" used to grate My nerves. (I suspect that was because it was (and is) largely wielded by domme-whore submissive, slut boys in an attempt to immediately convey that I had become their own personal jesus with as little as "hello." I recoiled at the word because, generally, the speaker was never anything to Me and I certainly didn’t want him to think I was his anything. For the most part, it smacked of insincerity and the traditional expectation that I would then play the assigned role of being a leather-clad fuck doll that took control of a man’s prick in some cliché, predictable way. Obviously, that’s not Me.) And to be sure, I abandoned …

"Princess" early on. I never wanted to be kept in a castle and lorded over by men with My only source of power being derived from the very patriarchal structures that I seek to dismantle.

And while I was surely born to rule, "Queen" never seemed quite right either. But lately "Goddess" has had a particular ring of truth and legitimacy to it. At this point, we all know that I stand head and shoulders above the rest. And the more I talk to you twits, the more I engage, challenge, love, addict, hurt, use, abuse, pulverize, and destroy you idiots, the more I realize that you are mere mortals with the impossibly-rare privilege of brushing up against the Divine.

And whether or not the title sticks, or I change My mind, there are certainties. I will continue to be the most fascinating woman in your lives. You will love and hate Me. You will lust after Me. You will hunger for Me. You will live for Me. And I will continue to fuck your minds. Every day. All day. As I live and breathe.

Please enjoy the photos of the tributes and gifts that arrived this week. I love them all. Everything beneath the busted bottle of deep conditioner that stevie sent was paid for from My Amazon gift card slush fund. I always appreciate gift cards that I can use for the benefit of My daily life.

The only thing I will note is that My love affair with the sugar-free chocolate creamer may be coming to an end. I am addicted to it like it’s heroin. But purchasing it and having it in My home is in strict contravention of My boycott of all Nestle products (and the products of Nestle-owned business.)

As always, I’ll talk to you on Niteflirt. xx – Porsha Rajal