Unfortunately I will not be attending Fetcon 2014 this year. As much as I would love to spend the weekend hanging out with all my like minded pervert fetish friendly pals, an even sweeter opportunity has been placed before me. Err okay, that’s total bullshit. We made cumdump 100% fully fund Mistress T and my travels of the Greek Islands.
Funny how she and I are both veterans in the simple life of backpacking travel and yet this whore has not only paid for the whole 2 week romp but has also made sure each island’s travel and accommodation is completely covered. Unfortunately first class was not available without a layover so her and I will have to settle upon business class for out 9 hour stint – NYC to Athens. Stay tuned for (I’m sure) an Instagram and Twitter overload- GO FOLLOW. (Yes, my boo is first class Vancouver to NYC too, btw.)
It’s hard being a spoiled rotten goddess. Yes, I said goddess. I cannot even compare myself to another human being. I breathe and I am paid. I exist. I am. I signed on Skype tonight, the first night in over a month and this happened.
I should sign on more often but why bother? ;] I am in such demand it’s mindblowing. I may not be “mainstream” but who needs fame’s annoyances.. I mean notoriety… I mean I will gladly settle upon… heh no, TAKE MY money.
And on a more painful note: thinking about another mutilation. I’m an addict, it’s my vice. Either my lip or the opposite nostril. Or both. & my tribute to a lost love. I collect money, memories, and experiences. What do you have to offer? So unless you are contributing you are draining my vibes. Unkindly spend and then fuckoff.