Yeah, humiliation buttons. I’ll be making a bunch of them. Keep watching. I will put new ones at the top of the page here. Older ones will end up in an archive someplace. Check out the More Popup Humiliation page under Pages in my sidebar. If I made a few every day, in a year there would be a thousand of them. Imagine that!

These are fun. I’m just thinking about you guys rubbing your little penises as you click my buttons over and over again!

Got ideas about what to put on my buttons? Send ‘em in!

I put an ad on a website, and I got a call from a guy in Alaska who was not really looking for phone sex. Actually, he was looking for a woman—an escort, most likely—who would get the breast implants of his choice at his expense. Then she would turn around and, through mind control, hypnosis, etc, turn him into the woman of his dreams, depleting his fortune while transforming him into a little cocksucking whore.

Well, I’ve kind of grown attached to my bosom, if you know what I mean. And regardless of the fact that he thought these boobies were “perfect”, they looked painful to me and hard to sleep on.

Not to mention the fact that the website hasn’t been updated in almost a year and a half. Is she still alive? And it is copyright 20005. When?

So I played him along for a few minutes, but then I got tired of speaking, since he hadn’t yet agreed to pay for a call. I was wasting my time, when I could have been doing something productive, like sleeping. And I really had no intention of getting any damned plastic boobies.

So he decided that it was up to me to decide if he was going to do a call. I told him to do the call, he started whining at me to use his trigger words first, and I hung up. Hmph. Topping from the bottom or what?

He can be somebody else’s problem.

Well! I had a call from this guy on Niteflirt. He introduced himself as a loser in search of ever more humiliation, wanting my assistance in dragging him down into an ever-deeper hole.

So why would a guy not only allow but enable the posting of humiliating/dumb/idiotic pictures of himself on the web? Uh, because he’s a guy and the only thing he’s thinking about is his cock?
He’s been dealing with the woman who put that page up on her site. He says there are no links to it, and wanted me to help publicize it by emailing girlfriends. He wanted to be copied on all the emails. So if you do email any of your friends to show them what a loser is, he email address is at the top of the page. Go for it, girls.

So he paid me while I sent out a bunch of emails to friends of mine about him. Ok, we’re working on it, but not too hard. Don’t want to give a loser an even break now, do we?

Readwhat the Principal has to say about this.
Read what Lady Angelika blogged about this.
Read what School Nurse Svetlana blogged about this.

I’m so sorry I didn’t post all weekend. I was just so busy. How time flies when you’re having fun!

Friday night I went out on a date with my boyfriend. My hubby even played chauffeur for us. Wasn’t that sweet of him? First he drove us to pick up my boyfriend Marcus, at his apartment. He took us to the restaurant in the Volvo. He drove right up to the door, got out all dressed in his chauffeur’s costume, and opened the door for me and my boyfriend to make our entrance.

I just love that. It makes me feel like such a princess. Everybody watches, and then you get superior service.  Afterwards I had hubby drop me and Marcus off at his apartment, so he didn’t get to see what was going on when we were getting it on. Poor baby. You can’t always get what you want, expecially when you’re a pathetic loser, can you?

Saturday night I went out on the town by myself. I ended up at one of those nice clubs where there are always guys to dance with. I ended up going home early because I was tired. Well of course I brought a guy home with me! Too bad he could only stay for a couple of hours, but that was long enough. Hubby got his cream pie.

Yesterday was the Superbowl, doh. I’m not much of a football fan. I mostly like to hang out in the kitchen flirting with the fans and distracting them from the game. But football parties, I love them. We open the bar and put out all the snacks. Everybody serves themselves 

Face it. Professional football games are long and boring, with brief periods of excitement. Fitting in a little sex during those long boring commercial breaks can double your fun, Or at least, it can double my fun, and did.

I even had a chance to take phone calls from guys like you. We are made for each other, you and I. You get all excited when I tell you how the pathetic you are, and I just love hearing those little moans while you’re paying me to tell you all about it.

You have a nice night.

You remember I told you he was traveling for work. Well, they gave him a comp day, so he was around the house and I had him take me shopping. It’s just a little game we play. I’m the rich lady and he’s the chauffeur. I dress up in high heels, stockings with seams, expensive clothes that show off just enough skin in the right places. And of course accessories. A girl can’t live without accessories.

We take the old Volvo down to the Mall, he drives up to the front door and lets me out dressed in a real chauffeur’s uniform I had him buy. I get to order him around, and he obeys me. It makes me feel like a real princess.

Then he waits in the car for me to call him on my cellphone when I’m ready to go, or when I need him to come and get some of the stuff I’m carrying. A lady shouldn’t be loaded down. It interferes with being graceful and alluring. Men are beasts of burden. They are just designed to carry stuff for us. Ladies, it’s their destiny!

It certainly gives him something useful to do with himself on his days off. It’s a good thing he has a job with a good salary, so we can play this game at least once a week.

Weekend coming up! I’ve got a date on Saturday, but I’m feeling restless… I may head out tomorrow and see what happens. I love doing that, because hubby never knows if I’m telling the truth about where I’m going. Keeps him on his toes.

Ta-ta.

…until tomorrow night. I’ve got the house to myself until then, so I think I’ll be planning something a little special for tonight.

Today’s the day I take apart the chandelier and wash all the crystal dangles (bleh), but doesn’t it look seductive when they are gleaming! Candlelight and wineglasses would complete that romantic picture. But I’m not going be bored waiting around until then. The plan is to get the college student across the street to take care of it for me. He seems like such a nice boy, and I’m sure he’ll do a little something for me.

It’s just a matter of getting on a stepladder…HIM getting on a stepladder so I can get them down without having to change into ugly shoes. I like getting guys on stepladders to have them do favors for me. It’s a nice view, and then I’ll have plenty of opportunity to get up close and personal. “Oh, can I SEE that? Oops, sorry…”

Well, maybe it won’t happen exactly that way, but sooner or later it will. It’s just a matter of hours. I’ve seen him glancing at me, but he probably doesn’t even realize I’m scoping him out, too. Guys aren’t that subtle or observant when they’ve got women on their minds, which is why it is so easy to read them and get what you want out of them.

Tonight is, well actually I’m having my girlfriends over for a quiet dinner, which I don’t get to do when my husband is around. We’ll get to talk about clothes and shoes, makeup, girl things like that, so we can recharge our girl batteries and get up to date on things we don’t get to talk about when he’s here and we’re busy laughing at him.

I’m sure he thinks I’m having an orgy here tonight. I’ll let him keep thinking that. I do have an image to maintain, you know.