This is for chris jones, my lowley British slave. I will post his photo here to make him hard as soon as he pays me much more. $6 per minute that is.

I love being The Mistress!

Enjoy!

Maybe some of you are against fake nails. I was against them for a long time, but my work as a nail model has made me realise that fake nails can be as sexy as natural nails, if they are treated properly. Because my toenails were no longer growing, I decided to ask the lady to sculpt toenails from acrylic. It took almost 2 hours, but it was worth the effort. She loves the sharp shape I gave to the fingernails, so she did the same to the toenails.

So right now I am wearing 20 sharp beauties in orange and green, summery colors. You should have seen the people in the subway staring at me! A guy even stopped me to ask if I want to set a record. He was bewitched, he could not stop looking at the toenails!

 Here is a video of these toenails: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VmpLDLT7Mk

Enjoy!

People asking me what can I do to them or for them with these nails.
I do not see things this way. I hope (for your sake and for the benefit of the conversation) that you understand why I am here.
Growing my nails long is an effort for me. I allow you to see them live on camera and you should be honored. I sometimes will take requests like scratch a dildo or fruit, but it mostly depends on my mood.
I am doing you a favor, not the other way round.

-do they not bother you?

-how can you wash with nails like that? (Noone has complained about my hygiene so far.)

-how can you do housework?

-how can you put on your shoes?

AND the most hilarious question of them all (usually from people I have just met):

-When are you going to cut them?

Now why should I even consider that? :))) I love my nails, my slaves worship my nails, everybody but acquaintances is quite happy with my nails.

For all you jealous ladies out there: I will NOT cut them!

I will keep them as long as possible, with the risk of appearing like a witch.

I dont care what you think, my nails are such an important part of my body. Cutting them is equivalent to cutting my ears off. Would you cut your ears off? Guess not!

Funny thing is men never ask me about cutting. They just ask for a SCRATCH!

PS When people appear horrified by my fingernails, I tell them my toenails are even more of a sight! But it is winter now so I cant display the toenails yet.

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year
old son waiting for him at the door.

SON : ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’
DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the man.
SON : ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’
DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the
man said angrily.
SON : ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an
hour?’
DAD: ‘If you must know, I make $50 an hour.’
SON : ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON : ‘Daddy, may I please borrow $25?’

The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you
can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then
you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why
you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish
frivolities.’ The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s
questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After
about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and
he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of
the little boy’s room and opened the door. ‘Are you asleep, son?’ He
asked. ‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy. ‘I’ve been thinking,
maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long
day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $25 you
asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’
He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled
up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get
angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then
looked up at his father. ‘Why do you want more money if you already
have some?’ the father grumbled. Because I didn’t have enough, but now
I do,’ the little boy replied. ‘Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an
hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to
have dinner with you.’

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he
begged for his forgiveness. It’s just a short reminder to all of you
working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our
fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to
us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of
your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily
replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave
behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

I love your pain! I love it when you squeak and whine and whimper and grovel, hoping that I will have mercy. No, there is no mercy. You can only wonder what more tricks I have up my sleeve, what other devious ways of torturing you I found. And whether I am willing to share

I’m sorry for being so lame, and not pleasing you Mistress. I only wish to make you happy through my lifelong servitude to you, my true owner.

I promise I will serve you as regularly as I can, and hopefully I can become your favourite slave. I wish I could inhale the delicate aroma of your feet and tights right now Mistress. It would send me to heaven, and nothing else would interest except for humiliating myself at your beautiful heavenly feet.

I would worship your heavenly body and anything that has been in contact with your precious skin. Your tights and panties, once they have graced your body will be like Holy items to me Mistress, things to be worshipped. I want to put your used tights and panties over my head and face, and breath the aroma instead of air.

I don’t need air Mistress. I just need your heavenly aroma and body fluids. I long for a day when I kneel in front of you and you slap me, spit on me, then rub it into my body with your feet. I will smell of your feet and your heavenly spit and I will only then find my Nirvana.

I want to give my life to worshipping you Mistress. Please accept the gift of my body and soul, to do with as you desire.

TO BE CONTINUED

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I go back to the room and I find him desperately trying to release himself from the handcuffs. “Hmm, this one is stubborn”, I say to myself. Stubbornness is NOT a trait I appreciate in men, and I HATE stubborn slaves. “What the hell are you trying to do, boy?!”…”Errr….I got bored and I was waiting for YOU, didn’t know what YOU were planning to do to me….so I decided to come and see for myself…”…”BAD DECISION! Never again question my actions. You willingly submitted to me, so you have to act accordingly from now on.” He doesn’t seem so keen on doing what I suggested, so I think some canes on his ass will help improve his submissiveness. I look in my bag and find the 2 in thick 12 in long wooden canes. He has this shocked look on his face, like he has never seen a cane before. I order him to lay on the floor on his belly, so that his arse is exposed. One, two, one two… till my hand is exhausted. Then I move the cane to the right hand, which is my weaker hand. Now the strikes are not so painful… but his raw skin cannot feel so much pain anymore. I see blood along the trails left by the cane. I guess it is time to stop. He has fainted.

He hands me a wallet full of $100 bills and his passport. Men are so dumb! “Why are you carrying so much cash with you?” … “Well, I thought it would be useful…” The road to the city is long and he is getting bored, he is trying to whistle some tune, then to touch my hand… I slap him with a sudden move: “How dare you?!”… “But.. but….”…”No BUT’s! Shut the fuck up! Who allowed you to speak?!” We finally arrive at the hotel where I had previously booked a room with my own ID. We take the elevator up to the 10th floor. I thought it would be better for the privacy I needed. I unlock the door and push him inside. He is still in awe. Maybe he had other expectations…I order him to get naked and so he does. I can see his dick is stiff hard, maybe he is thinking he should have bought more condoms or some spicy lube. I order him to be on his knees and close to the refrigerator. Using a pair of handcuffs I had from a policeman lover, I cuff him to the refrigerator lock. Then I tell him to wait for me to return….TO BE CONTINUED

May you receive the presents you have been waiting for, or at least something that you will find interesting. For those of you who have bought lottery tickets: be careful what you wish for, it might come true!A bientot!

Christine