Give Me My Money Bitch

So here I was thinking I was the only if not the last person in America who didn’t receive my stimulus check.

 

Since I live in America and have to work my ass off to do the little things like eat, I didn’t have time to sit in my Uncle’s house. Until recently, and by recent I mean on my day free from the plantation. This of course took away from the one day I have to do all the things, submissive men think femdommes do. It cut into my doing laundry, food shopping, and cleaning my apartment. Oh, and is it just me or do the submissive guys never write about the fantasy about cleaning my freaking apartment, or doing my laundry and food shopping. Guess it’s not sexy? But then living a real D/s life is not all about what’s sexy.

 

Anyway back to my Uncle. So I remember there’s an IRS office on 1-2-5 and drag my ass there for the 8:30am opening of the office since I didn’t want to be sitting there all day. Walking along the building to the entrance I thought I was going to the drug spot due to the darken windows. Walking to the metal detectors the security guard who was on the phone told me to place my items in the basket, all the while not breaking his conversation with some girl about what I have no clue. Did I mention it was 8:30 in the morning? I walked in and great day in Harlem I was the only on there. As I walked to the front desk to pick a number, a woman standing near the desk was talking with someone in the office which I couldn’t see in. I took a seat as she glanced at me she, like the guard never broke her conversation with the mysterious person in the office. Her conversation was all about how she was so happy about the election and how she, you know had to hook her man up. And to my shock told in great detail how she did it. It’s now almost 9am and I’ve heard two conversations that I had/have no interest in especially at this time of the morning. The woman to my surprise finally got done with “sharing” and came over to help me. Not batting an eye about what she had just said and the whole room heard.

She asked a few questions while slurping the liquid in her cup and I took the seat again to wait. Now its 915am, she pulls out some reading material a Zane book, why am I not surprised? At 9:30 my number is called and I walk to the window. A young lady who was not slurping her tea, said good morning, asked for identification and asked me to verify my address. All of which I did, she said my address was wrong and corrected it, then asked why I was there? Not receiving my stimulus check, even she did a double take, “well I guess it’s because we have the wrong address?”

 

So, at 8:45am, I was assured the mistake was corrected and I would have to wait 4 to 6 weeks for my Uncle to pay up.

Stepping out of the storefront with the darken windows I thought of walking out of Hellfire, but having much more fun.

 

Until next time Perverts

 

Happiness Is…

I went to TES to see Lady M present on demystifying the single tail. Imagine my surprise on finding out that she would not be able to present. So there was a substitute teacher as it were, which wasn’t bad. Lolita graciously stepped in. The demo went well; hey it was a single tail demo. I had wished it was a bit more on hands, but maybe it was best that it wasn’t since I did have anyone to hit. But a gal can dream.  

 

After a few of us went out to eat, got to love New York, went to tick tock and I have to say it’s not what it use to be. Service was lousy, I think the waiter thought he was funny, but he wasn’t and he got not one but two of our simple orders wrong. And when I say simple I mean simple, two eggs over hard, not easy and French fries, not sweet potato fries. And if that wasn’t bad enough when Lady Sabrina asked for sweet and low for her ice tea, he told her to stick her finger in. Like I said he thought he was funny. I wanted to slap the shit out of him, but Lady Sabrina said we were ladies and didn’t do that. I kept telling her I was a different kind of lady and that slapping him might get him in line and better service.

 

This got us talking about guys who give no thought to what they say.

Like when they walk up to a woman they don’t know a call her mistress.

When they say they have no limits.

When they say they’ll do anything.

When they say they are into service, but what they really mean is they want to eat some pussy.

When they are asked a question and say what ever make you happy.

Believe it or not this is my favorite line. It’s really the little things with me. I’m simple, so what makes me happy are the little things. So here’s a list of things that would make me happy:

Look at every episode of Xena warrior princes and report back to me what the lesbian hype was about.

Pay my rent for a year or two. And while you’re at it, do my food shopping, house cleaning and cook my meals. Take me shopping at DeMask, I love latex.

 

Before Hellfire closed my sister and I went to have a night of debauchery, which could always be found there. A guy walks up to us and asks mistress can I get you any thing? Right there was his first mistake, but we gave him a pass while still correcting him. I’m no ones mistress. When I ask why he’s here he says, he’s her to do whatever he can to make us happy. Well, me being me and my sister being her. I say “hey sis lets get the jumper cables out the car attach one end to the battery, the end to his balls and start the car?” Her eyes light up, yeah let’s do that. We start to get real excited about the idea. All of the blood left his face and he was totally white. Out of concern we asked if he was alright. “You still want to make us happy right?” I asked to which he replied, we were to hard core for him. He excused himself and my sister and I laughed so hard we almost peed on ourselves. The woman at the bar hearing our conversation, joked saying we were trouble. But she too was laughing.

 

What really makes me happy is a gentleman who has thought out/worked out what he’s looking for in his life.

 

Until next time Perverts

Laugh and the world laughs with you or at you.