Seven Days of Servitude

Fuck your holiday. Give thanks to me.

Fuck your holiday. Give thanks to me.

This week you’ll want to be glued to your computers, stocked up on lube and embracing those feelings of desperation even more than you usually are, little bitches. This week, I present to you: Seven Days of Servitude. A clip will be released every day from your divine Mistress, a different fetish, a new dose of debauchery, a malicious form of manipulation every, fucking day.
I know your worship is not limited to any conventional form of space or time; it occurs every day, every minute, every moment. But this week, you will be given the opportunity to perhaps try out something new, a fetish you hadn’t divulged in before! You will certainly want to collect the whole set, all seven days. Oh, what fun for you!
We begin our week on Sunday, your day to worship your goddess. Indulge yourself in me, lose yourself in your devotion with: “Sunday- A Day of Worship.”
Worship your Goddess.

Worship your Goddess.

Monday brings us to the start of your work week. I dominate you. I dominate your thoughts. I dominate your cock. I dominate your wallet. Buy it, you pathetic pay piggie: “Monday- The Start of Your Work Week.”
You work in order to pay me.

You work in order to pay me.

Next you’ll be able to become mindless for my delicious breasts. You’re in for a task treat. I filmed the clip first, hypnotically swaying back and forth, then added (sometimes explosive) trance music to it afterwards. Hypno, sequins, tits and trance; what a delightful combination in: “Titty Trance Tuesday.”
Become entranced by my tits.

Become entranced by my tits.

Wednesday calls for a little mid-week humiliation and the opportunity to completely disgrace yourself. I have you humping your pillow and calling out degrading affirmations in: “Wednesday- Hump (your pillow like the bitch you are) Day.”
Let's celebrate hump day with you writhing like a horny bitch on your pillow!

Let’s celebrate hump day with you writhing like a horny bitch on your pillow!

With all that food you’ll be consuming on Thanksgiving, you’re going to become mighty thirsty. You are going to guzzle your cum for me and then thank me for it in: “Thirsty Thursday.”
Make sure you save room, even after dessert.

Make sure you save room, even after dessert.

All of you lowly foot boys are going to be looking forward to Black Friday, not because of all the women shoe shopping but because “Friday is for My Feet.” You’ll want to stay in since there’s no satisfaction like this out there for you anyway and you and I both know the truth, pumping your needy dick to my feet is better than sex.
Look up at them. Be in awe of them. Get wildly aroused by them.

Look up at them. Be in awe of them. Get wildly aroused by them.

 

And then that brings us to the official weekend, which I do not spend with loser bitches like you. Little cuckold wimps pay for my dates, then they sit at home jerking their worthless dicks. That’s why, “Saturday is for My Real Man”  Not You.
You should be grateful I'm letting you be in here with me while I'm getting ready for my date, ya cuckold bitch!

You should be grateful I’m letting you be in here with me while I’m getting ready for my date, ya cuckold bitch!

Fuck family.
Fuck warm tidings.
Fuck turkey.
This week will be devoted to me.