I would like to introduce myself…I am YOUR naughty slut. Being YOUR naughty slut means you OWN me. I am YOUR property and possession is 9/10th of the law. My mind is YOURS to mindfuck. My body is YOURS to use and abuse. My soul is yours forever…Take possession of your dirty slut, please Master!
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Wor’ship: n: 1.The act of paying divine honors to the Supreme Being; religious reverence and homage; adoration, or acts of reverence, paid to God, or a being viewed as God.
2. Obsequious or submissive respect; extravagant admiration; adoration.
So now you know what it means, it’s time to turn the word “Worship” from a noun into a verb and begin to Worship Me.
I will make it easy for you, tell you what I require. I am your Holy One, the Divine Goddess of your dreams. Yes, I am young, but I have been trained by the best there is, over a course of several years.
I do not yell, no need to. Do I get upset if assignments are not carried out? Do I get upset if you disobey Me? Do I get upset when you hold back from Me that which I have requests? The answer to all of those questions is Yes. But do I yell, never. There is no need.
I was raised in a home in which My Mother was a devout follower of WHAP (Women Who Administer Punishment). I remember her reading over the magazines. She acquired them from a estate sale, they had come in a trunk that she had loved at first sight. She bought it, brought it home, then spent a good amount of time going through it, only to find at the bottom a collection of WHAP Magazines. If you don’t know what they are, then google it.
Reading them in my bedroom set Me on the path of becoming and being a FemDom.
Don’t be afraid, allow yourself to Worship a Beautiful Goddess.
I await your call.
KoKo
What the HELL is your problem? You didn’t think I would find out? Oh shut up, you dumb cunt! I don’t want to hear you try to feed me another word of bullshit, you understand?
Stand up. I said, STAND UP! You don’t get to sit on my furniture, not any more. You think I’m kidding? Don’t you fucking dare try to come over here and touch me, you small dick wonder you. Oh, what? Did that hurt you? You getting pissed now?
I honestly don’t give a crap about how you feel. YOU and YOU alone fucked up. Get on your knees. That’s right, you heard me correctly, you get on those knees of yours and come over here in front of me.
You are so lucky I just don’t haul off and punch you in that smug face of yours. Seriously. Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing but a low life, money grubbing, douche. Now let’s get back to this thing between your legs. Oh sorry, did that hurt when I pushed the toe of my high heel into your nut sack? Okay, I’m not sorry at all. You really think all those times I laid under you so you could try to please me with that novocaine cock of yours that I enjoyed it? What’s a novocaine cock? That’s my pet name for you. Uh huh, been using it for a long time around my friends. It means that when you fuck me I don’t feel a thing. I only allowed you to because we were in a relationship, but I guess I was the only one who thought that.
You have no job, no money, no place to go, no car, and now what? You fucked it up my friend, royally. What’s this? Begging? Are you begging me to let you stay? Oh this is fabulous. Go on, more, more, come on do it like you mean it.
I’ll tell you what, since I bought all your clothes I want them back. I want every stitch of clothing taken outside to the curb in a trash bag, NOW! I don’t care if you are naked, not my problem, it’s yours, and I don’t care about your problems anymore. And after you do that, you can take your sorry ass out back. You want me to allow you to stay, I will, but on my conditions. You can stay in the dog house in the back yard. I’ll even get your own special dog bowl with your name on it. You can have what ever scraps are left over after I eat.
Don’t look at me that way, you are free to leave, you can go, but since you came into my house with nothing, you leave with nothing. I think you ditched those clothes you had after I started making the mistake of buying you new ones. But if you are to stay, then you stay on my terms. And since you acted like a dog, you get to be one.
Oh, wait, on second thought. Leave the clothes. I think I will give them as gifts to the men I bring in here from now on, who I will fuck night after night, and you can lay out in your palatial mutt shack and listen in.
Now GO!
(P.S. Can you all tell I have a roaring case of PMS? lol GRRRRR!)
The One and Only,
~M.M.~
Just think of it. Me as your maid! All dressed up in the special satin and lace uniform you purchased for me. Wearing the skimpiest of panties under it, so that when I bend over you see every thing that you love to see.
Cleaning up the bedroom as you lay there and stroke yourself, making me move slowly, ever so often having me bend over to clean the baseboard right next to the bed so you can push your fingers into my pussy, then using your slathered fingers to lube up your growing cock.
Walking up behind me as I reach up to dust a shelf, pressing your cock against my ass, slipping it between my sexy ass cheeks.
Getting on your knees to slide into my cunt, or tight little asshole as I am on my hands and knees washing the kitchen floor.
So many possibilities, so many positions, so many nasty role-plays.
I think I can safely say that I offer the greatest Maid Service there is.
Janene
































































































































































































