VOTE MISTRESS

This Election Day, there can be only ONE choice:

VOTE MISTRESS

Mistress's opponent is for big business, industry pollution, shipping our jobs overseas, taking candy from children & kicking pregnant women.

MISTRESS is for spankings, corporal punishment, domination & humiliation, body worship & buffalo wings for all.

MISTRESS's opponent is a wall street insider commie fag homophobic warmongering soft on terrorism junkie who watches reality TV shows.

MISTRESS is for mom, apple pie, unabashed hedonism, freedom for all except those she enslaves, recreational drugs on demand.
And puppies.

MISTRESS's opponent kicks puppies. And small children.

MISTRESS's opponent shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. He steals from the give-a-penny/take-a-penny jar. And listens to Air Supply.

MISTRESS is for health care for all, raising the minimum wage/standards of living, really good ice cream & finding the perfect pair of shoes.

MISTRESS plans to safeguard our national defense by installing ninja pirate Chuck Norris giant robots on our borders.

MISTRESS's opponent can see Russia right outside the window. But lives in Jersey.

MISTRESS's opponent thinks 47% of the people are freeloaders who believe in socialist concepts like being entitled to silly things food, medicine, staying alive.

MISTRESS thinks 100% of the people would be happier if they just shut up and did whatever she commanded.

MISTRESS is for clean energy, saving the planet, getting massages and getting us all jetpacks & flying cars because its 2012 damnit and its LONG overdue.

MISTRESS's opponent wants us all to live like the Amish.

MISTRESS is for human rights and civil liberties. Unless you disobey her, in which case she is a staunch supporter of law & order.
And CBT.

MISTRESS's opponent wishes you all to be wage-slaves for the rest of your life without retirement. And eats babies. Raw.
Without ketchup.

MISTRESS is for well-deserved leisure time after her slave's hard labors.

Who here can forget Her stirring words, "Ask not what Mistress can do for you, ask what you can do for your Mistress!"

VOTE MISTRESS.

Or you'll be sorry.

Silent But Slutty

A little while ago Mistress posted about a video I had made for her mostly for her own amusement--somehow I doubt that silent movie porno is going to take the interwebz by storm. ;p

But it was SO much fun to make, I went ahead and even made a little promo/video for it above purely for the fun of it.

I hope you enjoy...and, if you want to see the entire movie, Mistress has it on her clips for sale site here.

Getting It Out Of My System

Recently I've had my hours cut back at work to such an extent that its getting very difficult to get by. So I'm looking around for new or additional work, polishing up my resume, working on cover letters.

Dancing the Dance of Bullshit, as I like to call it. You know what I'm talking about--saying things like, "I am a results-driven team player who holds himself up to the highest standard..." yadda yadda yadda. Trying to talk in professional/corporate weenie-speak.

And I can't stand talking like that, so stuffy and dishonest and artificial.

So I have to get the following out of my system, the cover letter I WISH I could send these HR bastards. :P

Dear Sir or Madam:

I am interested in the XX position with your company.

I am currently living in a van down by the river, existing only upon my own body vermin that I share dwellings with. It isn’t pleasant. I don’t much care for it. I need a real job.

Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t want a job per se. Its work, isn’t it? If it was something I wanted to do, like cover several naked and blonde Valkyrie Goddesses with chocolate syrup and lick every glorious inch clean, that would be fun, and not work.

And since our society is so backward in that we only get paid for things that we really don't want to do, (i.e work), I come to you.

I’m sure you didn’t want your job either: let’s be honest with ourselves and say that we’re only in for the money--the root of all evil.

As much as I despise this capitalistic, money-grubbing, career ladder ascending society in which we live in I must confess that when you have to barbeque your own body lice to survive, there’s something to be said for an hourly wage. Drug dealers will not take credit, after all.

And, to make matters more urgent, the doctors say if I sell any more of my precious bodily fluids I might not make it, and so they won’t let me do it any more.

Hire me or I will follow you and hunt you down wherever you go. I will find what you love most in the world and kick it in the crotch. Your mother, your child, your dog, I don’t care. I’m eating goddamn fleas for crying out loud.

And when the grand glorious Revolution comes and the capitalist running dogs are put up against the wall and shot, I will put in a good word for you and thus keep you from being offed with the rest of the pigs. That is, if you give me this job I want. Or just the money. I don’t even need to come to the office, really, and considering the smell in this van you might not want me in the office anyway.

I can provide many glowing references from my current place of underpaid, underappreciated employment (I like to call it Hell), because there’s an office pool as to when I’ll snap and kill someone and I think they’ll say a lot of nice things just to see me go.

And if they don’t say anything nice, please, let me know. Someone might just win that pool after all.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Sincerely,

Its Official: God exists.

I consider this a sign that there IS a God after all, and that he loves us kinky geeky types very much indeed!

A SCI FI BROTHEL IN VEGAS.

I MUST GO! :D

It is a Moral Imperative. Or an Immoral Imperative, if you prefer!

Have Yourself a Very Zombie Xmas!

Because, to us, nothing expresses the spirit of Christmas more than the Walking Dead..

Happy Halloween! :)

Should have posted this hours ago lest the angry mob of Slavegirl Sissy fans outside break down the door, all carrying pitchforks and torches and demanding the return of the ZOMBIE SLAVE! ;)

If you ask your Zombie Slave to fetch you a snack, don't expect him to come back with a salad.