Paying for Mistress’ Pleasures

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Friday 25 April 2008 8:52 pm

EDIT: Just got back from jogging 2 miles, almost all of which was steep hills. I’m feeling good and I’m ready to kick some ass and take names!

I’m feeling like being spoiled today. I have some giftcards that I want, message me when they’re purchased.

Ebisu sushi I’ll use this to go out to dinner with my boyfriend while you sit at home, lonely. The only thing I love more than sushi, is sushi on your dime while you suffer for it! I want this one in the amount of $200.

Victoria’s Secret Any amount. Stack them. It’s getting warmer and I need new bikini’s so I can hang out at the beach. This year, I’m picking beach volleyball back up. I used to kick so much ass at it. Send to Mitsukai@bigfoot.com

Sephora Any amount. Stack them. I have a makeup addiction, as you should know. I love to primp and tease the shit out of you sluts.

Send sephora and ebisu gift cards to

Kellie Reed

25-A CRESCENT DR
PMB#193
PLEASANT HILL, CA 94523

…Well? What are you waiting for, fucker? DO IT NOW!

Kneecaps

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Wednesday 23 April 2008 8:48 pm

This letter is mainly to you robbie but the rest of you should perk up your ears, just in case it applies to you.

I don’t take kindly to being threatened, but if you’re going to spew threats, follow through. The only thing I hate worse than threats is fucking cowards. I waited for you. I didn’t go out, I was around all night on the off-chance that your sorry ass would make the mistake of actually showing up. I mean, I knew you wouldn’t because you’re much too big of a pussy. But not only that, you’re a goddamned lying failure.

Did you really think I’d believe you were from the government? Seriously? hahahah Come on, you didn’t think your cunning plan all the way through, huh? First off, if you worked for the government, you wouldn’t get on cam and take a staple-gun to your flabby-ass chest, neither would you do any of the other depraved activities at my command that you followed through with. No, you don’t work for the government, you’re just a sick fuck who can’t help but beat off to wearing women’s panties and getting slapped around.

If you worked for the government, you would have gotten my IP address and checked it, and you would have known that I live in San Fran-motherfucking-cisco, rather than Pleasant Hill. In fact, you didn’t even name Pleasant Hill. you got around it by saying you were “In Concord, right around the corner”. As if that doesn’t scream “I’m taking the safe route by naming some random ass city that I think is close to you.”

If you ever do decide to quit being such a pussy and show up at my old apartment, let me know. I’d be more than happy to go hang out, drink some whiskey, and wait for you. Hell, I wont even shoot you! I’m so considerate that I’d hand you your goddamned ass before handing you over to the real cops.

Call me. Lets get this show on the road.

P.S. I’m still going to have someone break your kneecaps. Invest in a pair of crutches.

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Tuesday 22 April 2008 8:43 pm

EDIT: I got a notice at my PO box today that it needs to be renewed. If you want to continue sending me gifts, step up to the plate and fork over your dough. If I remember correctly, it’s $65 for three months. So, $100 after the tax that I take out haha
I have a simple task for all of my slaves. Anyone can apply. Seriously, an autistic child could probably figure this one out, so there’s an 80% chance that you can.

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Tuesday 22 April 2008 8:43 pm

EDIT: I got a notice at my PO box today that it needs to be renewed. If you want to continue sending me gifts, step up to the plate and fork over your dough. If I remember correctly, it’s $65 for three months. So, $100 after the tax that I take out haha
I have a simple task for all of my slaves. Anyone can apply. Seriously, an autistic child could probably figure this one out, so there’s an 80% chance that you can.

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Monday 21 April 2008 8:39 pm

My myspace got deleted. It’d appear that someone doesn’t want me to stick around, no matter. I like abusing subs on myspace, I’ll be making another. I’ll post the link when it’s finished. Can anyone still see my profile?

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Monday 21 April 2008 8:39 pm

My myspace got deleted. It’d appear that someone doesn’t want me to stick around, no matter. I like abusing subs on myspace, I’ll be making another. I’ll post the link when it’s finished. Can anyone still see my profile?

Kneecaps

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Friday 18 April 2008 8:36 pm

EDIT: niteflirt AND talksugar lines on fuck! Hoow lucky are you international sons of bitches? Serious, its like you just found a four leaf clover!</b>Looking for a slave willing to travel within the UK to break someone’s kneecaps. Apply within.

Mistress Mitsukai: Suit yourself. Piss me off more.
robson81: Ardrossan is my city
robson81: You did not give me time to reply
Mistress Mitsukai: Too late now fuckface.
robson81: Why you want me to give you my city
robson81: Why to late
robson81: For what
Mistress Mitsukai: http://missmitsukai.livejournal.com/158 71.html
Mistress Mitsukai: Cheers. I’m going to a punk rock show.
robson81: Cheers for what
Mistress Mitsukai: This is an autoreply: I am currently not available.
Mistress Mitsukai: Check the link.
Mistress Mitsukai: It’s about you, anyway.
robson81: All about me
robson81: What have you done
Mistress Mitsukai: I’m going to find someone to beat your ass.
robson81: please
Mistress Mitsukai: you’re fucked.
Mistress Mitsukai: Go chug some pole.
Mistress Mitsukai: Send $10,000 as fast as you can to my PO box. If it gets here before I find someone, you’ve got a chance.
Mistress Mitsukai: It’s a goddamned race.
Mistress Mitsukai: Hope you like broken bones, fucker.
Mistress Mitsukai: and I am dead fucking serious.

Any of you other jerkoffs want to fuck with me? Who wants to die tonight?

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Tuesday 8 April 2008 8:32 pm

Believe it or not, financial and online domination used to be a lot more fun. Dommes and slaves used to be a lot more sincere. Dommes had fun with it, rather than just got into it to make a quick buck. slaves enjoyed finding a domme to pamper and managed to do so without “cheating”.

These days, everyone’s catching on and learning about the scene (Thanks Bizarre magazine, issue 110!)

This means more time wasters and camwhores switching over. Of course, it’s a vicious cycle. The dommes bitch about slaves not being loyal. Take a guess at why they’re not, really, I’ll give you a second… No?

It’s because of the flood of new dommes who don’t know how to train their slaves properly. Eventually, said domme leaves the internet or the slave moves on, but their skewed training is always ingrained into their thick skulls until a real domme comes along that feels like wasting the time and energy on the submissive enough to reprogram them. Unfortunately, there are not nearly enough of these Women that know what they’re doing to put the scene back together.

If I’m trying to put together a puzzle and there’s a dozen retards pulling pieces off while I’m working on it, eventually I’m going to get frustrated, cut my losses, and go do something more worthwhile, aren’t I? In BDSM, the answer I come up with is real time. Screw online. It’s full of “whores and bores”.

The worst are the big payers. It’s the same group that just keeps making the rounds through all of the dommes. I’ve had a good majority of them at one point or another. They all cheat, they’re all boring, they’re all more trouble than they’re worth (which isn’t a lot to begin with).

I have quite a few slaves that have stuck around over the years. I have slaves that I’m still finding that have potential. However, there’s no way in hell that I’m going to make finding and training new slaves my top priority unless I feel they have potential. I’m not going to overcrowd myself. I’m not going to update my journal on a regular basis to draw in new slaves. I’ll update my journal when I feel like it, I’ll give worthy slaves ways to contact me where they’re more likely to get an immediate response.

I’m getting to the point where I have tons of talents that I’d rather not let go to waste, so while I’ll be doing real time, and I’m going to still be online and available for certain slaves online, I’m also going to be looking into a career to challenge me, possible college, and a few other long term goals. If you think you’re worthwhile, send a tribute to get my attention (and possibly my phone number to send text messages to) or I’ll likely just ignore you.

One thing is for certain. When I’m 35, I wont be scrounging for money, living in Ohio, doing financial domination, having no fun, hating my life, because I’m too old and inexperienced to find a fulfilling job that pays better than minimum wage, but too old and ugly to really make enough money to live on.

This is the word of the Lord. Pain be with you.

Posted by mistressmitsukai | Uncategorized | Tuesday 8 April 2008 8:32 pm

Believe it or not, financial and online domination used to be a lot more fun. Dommes and slaves used to be a lot more sincere. Dommes had fun with it, rather than just got into it to make a quick buck. slaves enjoyed finding a domme to pamper and managed to do so without “cheating”.

These days, everyone’s catching on and learning about the scene (Thanks Bizarre magazine, issue 110!)

This means more time wasters and camwhores switching over. Of course, it’s a vicious cycle. The dommes bitch about slaves not being loyal. Take a guess at why they’re not, really, I’ll give you a second… No?

It’s because of the flood of new dommes who don’t know how to train their slaves properly. Eventually, said domme leaves the internet or the slave moves on, but their skewed training is always ingrained into their thick skulls until a real domme comes along that feels like wasting the time and energy on the submissive enough to reprogram them. Unfortunately, there are not nearly enough of these Women that know what they’re doing to put the scene back together.

If I’m trying to put together a puzzle and there’s a dozen retards pulling pieces off while I’m working on it, eventually I’m going to get frustrated, cut my losses, and go do something more worthwhile, aren’t I? In BDSM, the answer I come up with is real time. Screw online. It’s full of “whores and bores”.

The worst are the big payers. It’s the same group that just keeps making the rounds through all of the dommes. I’ve had a good majority of them at one point or another. They all cheat, they’re all boring, they’re all more trouble than they’re worth (which isn’t a lot to begin with).

I have quite a few slaves that have stuck around over the years. I have slaves that I’m still finding that have potential. However, there’s no way in hell that I’m going to make finding and training new slaves my top priority unless I feel they have potential. I’m not going to overcrowd myself. I’m not going to update my journal on a regular basis to draw in new slaves. I’ll update my journal when I feel like it, I’ll give worthy slaves ways to contact me where they’re more likely to get an immediate response.

I’m getting to the point where I have tons of talents that I’d rather not let go to waste, so while I’ll be doing real time, and I’m going to still be online and available for certain slaves online, I’m also going to be looking into a career to challenge me, possible college, and a few other long term goals. If you think you’re worthwhile, send a tribute to get my attention (and possibly my phone number to send text messages to) or I’ll likely just ignore you.

One thing is for certain. When I’m 35, I wont be scrounging for money, living in Ohio, doing financial domination, having no fun, hating my life, because I’m too old and inexperienced to find a fulfilling job that pays better than minimum wage, but too old and ugly to really make enough money to live on.

This is the word of the Lord. Pain be with you.