Where to start. I have been a little busy lately. The weather has been fucking superb here in California and I’ve been out spending time with friends (–noun: a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.”) and generally enjoying my pampered Goddess life. My boyfriend and I just went to Las Vegas. We had a lot of fun (and an insane amount of sex). Eating out, going to a show, drinking, gambling… So many things you losers could never hope to do with a girl like me without being completely humiliated at best. I didn’t even get to take many pictures because I was way too preoccupied honestly.
On top of that, almost as soon as I got home, I was out partying with my friends and texting my blackmailed sissy cuckold Tom, who was in town for a week. I basically told him I was in the area and wanted to meet up, made him leave his hotel wearing a cute pair of panties to meet me. The fun part though was that I was 30 miles away, had no intention of even meeting him, and was laughing with my friends about it. When he got there and realized I was not planning on coming, I sent him to a tranny bar to take a picture with a tranny for my amusement, which he did and I later found out he had to pay her to even take a picture haha I then ignored him for the rest of the night and spent time with my friends.
Two nights later, I met said slave for some shopping. he tried to back out of it by saying he was sick and then by saying he was not in the area and couldn’t come back so he was not off to a good start which led me to be a little mean to him considering I was in a bad mood right off the bat. We met at a bar and I demanded $500 cash before we proceeded to victoria’s secret where I just started grabbing anything that looked good oblivious to price. Before I went into the fitting room to try out some bra’s, I made sure to tell him to go find a couple pairs of panties for himself which he did, surprising me by not getting a bunch of awful pairs.
Next I had him stand holding my new bra’s while I went to find matching panties for all of them. Him standing in a location and waiting for me to toss items at him or have him pay seemed to be the theme for the night. When I’m shopping, having a slave trailing along behind me is just annoying. I expect you freaks to stand somewhere and wait for me to snap my fingers and call you over. It’s not rocket science that you are losers and I don’t like being actually seen with losers.
After victoria’s secret, I told him to pay while I waited outside, probably texting my boyfriend, I don’t remember. Total was over $300. Nice. From VS, we moved on. I wanted to go to the mall because there were three stores I wanted to check. Stop one: Guess by Marciano (favorite store). Fortunately for loserboy, I only saw two things I liked, a leather jacket which I decided I ultimately didn’t like enough for $358 and a dress I tried on that cost about $250. After that disappointment, we went to Guess where I got a killer pair of shoes, and afterwards frederick’s of hollywood where I got an amazing corset and a pair of thigh high black lacey stockings to go with it to wear for my boyfriend.
After we got done shopping, me taking pity on him after giving me $500 cash and spending another $500 shopping, I stopped in the middle of the mall to take pictures of my haul and another picture of him that I will definitely use to blackmail his dumb ass if he ever fucks up before dismissing him with plans to meet up with some friends for dinner. All in all, not a bad night. I ended up going home and taking pictures of the things I got and then going out and spending his cash.
Also, I got a new (foreign) slave who bought me amazon for the first time ever. I had to help him set up an account and he didn’t really know how to use it. Finally, he got to check out after a few tries and I told him to do 2 day shipping so it would reach me before I went to Las Vegas. He commented on the shipping cost but did not tell me in USD so I just ignored it and he said he would do it anyway if it would make me happy. 2 days later, I get a package. There were four of the same dresses in it and it cost him almost $300 extra. I laughed about it and told him what the mistake was and he immediately said when he got the refund he would spend it on my wishlist. Take note. That is how a slave should act!
My haul from the shopping trip:
