you know what pumpkining is, loser. It’s when sad sacks like you are forced to relieve themselves by carving holes into pumpkins and fucking the hell out of it. ‘Tis the season.
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
So he stuck it in a pumpkin shell
While BBC kept her very well.
As with My other humiliating Halloween challenge, I may just agree to watch you on cam as you stick your dicklet into a pumpkin and pump away — hell, I might just let you come in it too.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Whatever.
you’ll need My chat IDs, of course; and then you’ll need to book your session with Me. Oh, yeah, you’ll need a pumpkin too.
Don’t worry; you won’t need The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. A little one will do for your little pumpkin-pounder sock puppet of a cock.
In fact, you might be better off using just a small gourd. Or maybe even a cherry tomato.
But, if you’re gonna go a pumpkining a lot, get a big one and you can carve a lot of holes in it.
Pair of panties, optional.
Pervy offer valid from now through Thanksgiving.
It’s not that I want to see you at Halloween — or any other time, really. I mean you are such a loser – as if! But sometimes I take pity on very insignificant pigs and will watch them on cam. There, little losers perform to amuse Me, the Queen Of Mean. This year, to keep things more interesting for Me — and befitting your status as a lowly servant — I command you to get not one, but two Dobby the House Elf masks. One for your ugly face & another to hide that sad little sock puppet cock of yours.
I’m sure a child’s mask will do. But you may just impress Me if you find an even smaller one to put on that wee willie! I mean, there are options, like taking the head off a Dobby figure and placing it over that button-cock of yours. Look, this one even has a sock! And a diary, symbolic of your loser confessions.
Hey, it’s also poseable! So get two of those; I have other bad ideas…
If you think that Malfoy was cruel and sadistic to poor little Dobby, well, you just haven’t met Me yet. I assure you, I’m far worse. I can make a loser pig cry on cam in less than 10 minutes. …And yet, they beg for more!
Don’t miss out; book your humiliating session now.
PS If you’re too frightened to appear before Me on cam, you can still participate by sending Me photo confessions of your hidden Halloween Dobby-dick. ..Who knows, I might just post them here for all to see?
One of My favorite times of year is Fall as that’s when football season starts. And, naturally, football always reminds Me of one of My favorite comics or cartoons: Peanuts.
Ha! Stupid, old, bald, Charlie Brown — he literally fell for it every single time!
Why?
Because he loved the abuse.
Just like you love mine.
I’ve always been a fan of Lucy van Pelt. She didn’t suffer losers, but rather made them amuse Her. Such a smart girl!
We can celebrate the season, loser head-case, with our own grown-up role play version of playing doctor. Step up to My own psychiatric booth and I’ll give you some good old-fashioned honest advice!
I’ll be Lucy van Pelt and you can make your loser sexual confession at My psychiatric booth — for a fee, of course!
Go ahead, confess.
I promise I won’t use it against you. Heh Heh Heh.
Oh, gosh, did I move that football again?!
It’s your fault, loser, for falling for such a sweet set-up time after time after time…
As some of you may have noticed, there have been some changes around here…
While this once was a group blog of sorts, it is now all Me. Not because I think everything should be about Me — I absolutely mean it when it comes to you piggies! But the group of women who were here matter to Me very much. But each has their own blog & I was the only one really posting here. And not so often at that because I once again fell in love with Twitter. But I have been bitten by the blogging bug again, so…
Anyway, you can find My gal pals over at Peck & Call Girls. (And, psst, some new friends will be joining there soon!)
Been so busy, I’d almost forgotten to tell you that I was featured in this excellent post about humiliation, ignore lines, financial domination, and other dirty femme domme deeds. You should go read it. And then I might just give you some personal lessons.
Yeah, that’s one way of doing it. *soft evil smile*
The Forth of July was a spectacular week long spectacle at the trailer park. Candy was there, of course; and even Klaudia made it there for three whole days! Plus there were the usual randy suspects — well hung, and ready to make use of the weaker supposed men-folk… Ah, so much fun…
I would thank a pair of wallet piggies for paying for the beer — and one little grunt to provided three bottles of my favorite tequilla — but they already had their rewards. (One got to listen in, paying by the minute and through the nose, of course; and two heard the sordid details on the phone after the bash was over.) Any other losers who want to hear the dets, need to set up an appointment.
“My, what a big sleeping mask You have,” said the little pig.
“The better to ignore you with,” I replied.
Sexy red satin with black ruffle trim blindfold available here. Now gift Me one, little pig.
