Showing posts with label goddess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goddess. Show all posts

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Goddess' Goals for January

Yes, your Goddess does make monthly goals. your job is to ensure that they are attained.


I want this wishlist completely cleared out. Every single item must be purchased immediately. Spend your paycheck on Me. your only regret will be in NOT spoiling Me for My birthday. I am the priority, not you. The top priorities on the list are the xbox one S, coffee table, LG G4, laptop, and external hard drive. Fulfilling My desires is your sole purpose in life (not to mention the one way you're able to pleasure Me at all).

I want to add $1,000 to My savings account. Make it happen. cash.me/$princesscica All of My bills last year were paid for by My pets and internet losers. Keep it going. Every bit of My own income will be deposited straight into My savings account while you slave away to keep My life amazing.

I want $500 in Amazon. you know the email to send GCs to. If you don't, it's pretty damn easy to find, so don't be a moron.

I am accepting new slaves this month who will take on the following roles:
-birthday bitch. this bitch will be responsible for My birthday outfit, as well as My drinks and any expenses for what I want to do that night.
-local domestic slave. A local slave will be responsible for cleaning My apartment every week, running My errands (such as groceries, shipping out packages, etc.), and serving Me however else I please.

To apply for the above, you may send a tribute and an email. Tributes don't mean I own you. It simply proves to Me that you are capable of serving Me and following instructions.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Oh, Princess... My Princess.

Stand at attention before bowing down to the ground, worshiping the very dirt that I trod upon. Don't talk. Don't attempt to stand up. Don't even look up at Me. You haven't earned the privilege to gaze upon My beauty and power.

Do you feel small? Insignificant? That's because you are. You are just a tiny little bug to Me, while I am huge and all-knowing. I am better than you, even now, simply for existing. I take what I want from you and you give it, willingly and obediently. Ready to do whatever it takes to make Me happy.

The only way you will ever be able to improve your life is by serving Mine. Taking care of the things I have no interest in taking care of. You will pay My bills, cover My fun, spoil Me with endless gifts, and worship Me until there's nothing left of you. I'll never give you the time of day if you fail to please Me. you'll never hear My beautiful voice, lulling you into submission and obedience, forcing you to keep on paying and stroking and paying and stroking. Never to see a real release, but feeling it over and over again with every transaction.

you will never turn Me on, though your wallet might. I don't care that you have a pindick as long as you are thick in the wallet.