There’s no hiding it. I love cocaine forced intox parties. Nothing burns quite as hot as a beautiful blow bash with this Domme Bitch. This morning one of My little cocaine cowboys came calling. And he is so so so delicious … so hungry for me. So eager. So pliable. So in love. So in need. He always tries to save his life and his wallet by showing up with just a gram and a few beers. It’s a smart move for now and he’s keeping the threat of $5000 nights to under $1000. But I think you boys all know how this story will end. And in the meantime, I am still inflicting quite a bit of damage and drawing a lot of blood.
Perhaps some of you should start taking wagers now on how long it’ll take Me to bleed this one dry and completely break his mind. I wish I had recorded the quiet desperation and vulnerability in his voice. It sounded like a choir of angels singing. Sooner or later I’ll completely crucify this eager, young buck and turn him into fine jewelry for all the world to see. He already hates to love Me … which is too bad, because I’ve pulled him under and he’s drowning in Me while his shame guarantees that he’ll never cry for help. Lucky, little bastard. xx – Porsha Rajal