Yesterday afternoon was nice. One is beginning 13 days of chastity, after already being chaste for 6 days. I’ll have 3 pair of lovely new shoes for putting him under lock and key, and I can’t wait to put them on My feet. Another is drunk and finger-fucking himself while I increase his tributes until I’ve gotten $300 in a short amount of time. I still haven’t let him cum, but I’m working on association training with him. I force him to knead his blue and purple balls until they’re achy and throbbing under his engorged dick. Then, I have him remove his finger from behind his balls where I had him pressing deeply to massage his own prostate, and tell him to pick up another cold beer with his cursor over the “submit” button. As soon as he clicks submit, he may apply the cold beer to his balls for relief. When you pay Me, it’s like water after a drought. When you pay Me, you get a breath of satisfaction. When you pay Me, W/we both win.
Today happened to be mail day. I’ve snapped some pictures that will be up on the “Cash and Prizes” page. It was a mix of some sweet little Chanel lipsticks, two of which were palettes of varied colors I bought from ebay stores. I love little lipstick pots, because My mind changes often, and it reminds Me of when I was around the age of, I don’t know, 4 years, playing with makeup sets and Barbie accessories and applying My Mom’s lipstick in this-one-color with a tiny brush. I figured that grown-up Women apply their lipstick with a tiny brush, and damn it I’m a grown-up Woman. I like to apply My lipstick with a tiny brush, OK? I promise Myself to become more of a Lipstick Chick this year. Respect the Beauty.
Speaking of respecting the Beauty, I’ve been very good to Myself about doing My regular cardio and muscle training, considering the fact that I just had surgery about 5 weeks ago. I can still work the hell out of My already-sexy legs and ass. What does this mean for you? Normally, I have to wear socks for several days to get a good, sweaty stink on them. When I’m sweating on the recumbent bike or the treadmill, however, they become soaked in My hot, steamy skin juices. They stink. Taking them off is an unbelievably liberating experience, like walking out of a sauna. What does this mean for you, you continue to ask? I will gladly take your money and send you My sweaty, nasty, juicy socks. I even package them along with a few videos and several photos, because I love a quick-hooked, brand-new Diavola junkie. Once you get a hit, you’ll be
crawlicoming back to My feet again and again and again. Try it.
I have a shoot this Friday, for a friend’s clip store. Let Me say that I’ll be packing all of My vac-u-lock cocks, big ass boots, corsets, My pink leash & collar, an attitude, and My little Canon digital. I’ll take pics of the behind-the-scenes, and maybe a few videos to get your panties in a tizzy. When the videos are up, I’ll post the links.
I’m scheduling what is, I hate to admit, My first manicure in… ok, I can’t admit it. I’ll admit that I won’t admit how much time has passed since My last professional manicure or pedicure. The good news is that I’m scheduling both, and the technician is an extremely kinky Girl friend. It will be splashy. See, even on free broadcasts I get paid by doting minions. I turned on My justin.tv for the paid chat I was having on Yahoo, because Yahoo wasn’t recognizing My cam. Soon, I had a captive audience for 3 hours, watching and going into foot and boot trances. Now I’m having a mani-pedi, thanks to a tribute. This was while I was taking advantage of 2 others on Yahoo. That’s multitasking, kids.
I know you’re asking, “Goddess Diavola, how can I give you one of those mani-pedi treats, too?” and to that I answer, “Good thinking, minion. The price for both is exactly $100, but I like to tip at least 30%, so you’d be wise to send $150 to cover a tea lunch. I will accept payment in a variety of forms, so contact Me at email@example.com – that is, by the way, the email address I use for any of the popular forms of payment, including Amazon. I say this because I love surprises.”
Alas, it’s time for Me to move on to another pesky Goddess task. Until next time, make sure you’ve got MY picture next to that bottle of lotion, jerkie toy.