I "heart" Whizzer!

Does anyone out there NOT know who the wonderful Whizzer is?

Well, actually, he's not so wonderful. In fact he's kind of a sissy loser who is always getting his ass raped and beaten for his constant errors in service to the Dominant women who rule his life.

He seems to spend a lot of time tied up, tortured, teased, and made to suffer endless days of denial and suffering.

But the women who rule him, now they rock.  All of them evil, all of them sadists, and all of them taking pleasure in torturing poor Whizzer for the sake of his own betterment.

This is all done in a series of Femdom art cartoons that tell the story if his life from his time at the University of Femdomia up through winning, marrying and then serving Constance.

Every panel has Whizzer dressed in his sissy best, his bottom bare and red and his hugely swollen boy bits oozing and he begs for release.

And every one of them makes me smile. There's nothing like finding a bit of Whizzer's misfortunes in my inbox in the morning to make may day.

What I love is that they aren't just cruelly sadistic, they're also funny.  You can't help laugh at poor little Whizzer's impossible predicament, even though you know just how much he's suffering.

But they do make me feel very wicked. Every time I indulge in the Misadventures of Whizzer Black I immediately become overwhelmed by the urge to make some poor boy suffer.

After all, why should poor Whizzer be alone in his misery?

Want to be in his position? Call Me! You'll never be so happy to be so sorry!

~Mistress Skyye

If I wanted...

I saw the funniest T-shirt on the Irreverent Shirts site today.

It said “if I wanted a little dick I'd let my boyfriend out of chastity.”

And I just laughed because that is soooo true!

I mean really, my dildo is 7 and a half inches. What do you really expect me to do with something even smaller than that?

But don't feel, too bad (well ok, do!) because I do have some use for you. You may never get to touch me. In fact, you aren't even really worthy of looking at me, but you can amuse me.

Now stick out that itty bitty carrot stick and call me. I need a good laugh.

Xox,

Skyye

Here piggie, piggie, piggie

 It’s come to my attention
that you little pay piggies out there
are not giving me the attention and
devotion a true Goddess
like me deserves.

 

This is not 

an acceptable situation. 

I work hard to be 

hot, gorgeous and mean. 

I expect to be 

compensated for it.

I expect my pictures to be bought and drooled over.

I expect calls telling me what an
amazingly sexy woman I am.

I expect tributes left if you’re too stunned to be able to speak. (And of course you are.)

I expect gifts from my wishlist delivered every day from you pathetic petitioners who dream of gaining a tiny bit of my attention for your sorry little selves.

I know you’re out there. I know you need to be used, humiliated, and denied.

So what’s stopping you? 

Life is so much better under the rule of a Goddess. 

Now be a good little piggie and offer up your wallet.

Your Goddess is waiting.

Unobtanium

Sorry, James, but I am the original unobtainable object; have been since long before you ever dreamed up your little blue men on their glowy fairyland planet.

Even in high school I was *THE ONE*. The jocks, the brains, the preppies, they all wanted me.

But they couldn't have me.

No matter what they offered, how much they begged, or what promises they made me, the answer was always NO.

Oh I'd take whatever they offered. They could buy me things, give me rides, or do my homework, and in exchange they'd get a little praise and attention. If they were very, very good they might even get a date...

I liked letting them think there might be more.. I loved flashing a bit of panty, giving them a glance down my top, giving a smoky look as I smiled or winked... They came to me eager, hot and ready, each one thinking "finally, finally, finally!"

And I shut them down. Cold as ice water on a raging fire.

Game over. Do not pass go. Sorry, you lose... AGAIN!

If a guy was really a jerk I'd humiliate him publicly, cut the big man down to his little boy size.

"Hey Joe, I read somewhere that 95% of guys play with themselves in the shower and the other 5 percent sing. What do they sing?...Oh you don't know? Yeah, that's what I thought.... Later, loser."

And walk away to the sound of a ring of girls laughing all around my victim.

The crueler I was, the more I said no, the bigger bitch I became the more they wanted me. And they harder they tried the meaner I got.

And then a funny thing happened.

Some of them started to LIKE it. They got as turned on by the put downs and humiliations as they did by my cup size. They actually craved my cruelty, and being a benevolent Mistress, I gave it to them generously.

Eventually we all graduated and moved on, but I know they are still out there. I see them from time to time and watch with pleasure as the hopeful look of longing comes over their faces.

Sometimes I throw them a treat. Leaning in close and putting a hand on his arm or chest, I press my lips to his ear and whisper: "See, I told you sucking all those cocks would give you an overbite." They stop and stare as I walk away, shocked, horrified, and as turned on as ever by being cut to the bone.

I know I can't be the only girl out there who treated her pets this way. There are guys EVERYwhere who still long for that kind of treatment.

And you're one of them, aren't you?

I can tell by the way you look at me. You long for someone to put you in your place, crave the horror of public humiliation, ache to degrade yourself in the futile hope of pleasing me. You want someone to whisper in your ear that all your power and looks and money don't mean anything, because you're still same old loser you always were and always will be--- and you know what I'm saying is true.

You know you want it. You need it.... so pick up the phone and call me.



I'm going to give you EXACTLY what you deserve!