My Good Boys – My Play Toys

I’ve been receiving random gifts in the mail for the past 8 or so years so it honestly does take a lot to surprise me.

But it’s when a financial submissive, one who’s been around since my beginning and was quite possibly the first to binge clear my wishlist, who’s laid dormant for so long to pop up again and start spending without me saying a word that piques my interest. So CB, how long will this binge last? You admire from afar and show gratitude and that’s just the way I like you. Keep satiating my greed and I’ll keep posting photos that drive you wild. It’s our give and take, our vicious cycle and it’s perfect for the time being.

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CB’s first $200’s worth of gift cards received.

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and then I came home from vacation to discover another $250 in gift cards.

Of course there were a few other gifts but not enough of them to brag about.

Slave Saadi fulfilled his usual duties by tributing his whole paycheck… while I was on vacation might I add. I can’t even remember the last time that I allowed that arabic pig to see me on cam which makes victory even sweeter. I snap, he jumps. This pic’s for you, pig.

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Weak Wallet & Snap Snap Chat both selflessly paid my airfare from Caye Caulker to Belize City to Cancun. Mistress T, Ceara Lynch, and I all decided last minute that it made much more sense to sleep in and fly for a few hours than get up at the crack of dawn to catch water taxi after bus all day long. Here’s to lack of planning and the good boys who pop up to pay for our lack of planning. Cheers!

What you can't tell from this photo is how terrified I am of flying...

Can’t you tell from this photo is how terrified I am of flying..?

Hey footboy,

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you know who you are. I’m finishing up my blog to extract more cash from your wallet. And I LOVE the shoes.

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Let’s all have a good laugh at this one. A longer post will soon follow.

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Ass Addict can’t get enough.

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Last and least, Cumdump, keep up the good work.

The rest of you, try harder.

A Little Bit of Louisiana

It all began one pretty quiet evening at a bar. (This is how most epic stories usually being by the way…) I’m a little buzzed and I get a txt from a random number asking if I want to come out to Mexico for Halloween. Of course my initial thought was HELL YES but then uhhh…  who the hell is this inviting me? Now the majority of my contacts were lost when my old iPhone was stolen in Greece so I had no idea who I was about to agree to spend a week abroad with. Hesitantly I asked who was on the other end of this awesome invite and when the response was Ceara Lynch, yep instantly down.

Long story short, the three fucking travel amigos were at it again.
Read Ceara’s NOLA blog here and Mistress T’s NOLA blog here.

Honestly as much as I would love to recount all the events of 2 months ago, I’d prefer you just read theirs.
I will however throw in some pics to make it seem like I care to share a story with you.

I love giant (white) cock.

I love giant (white) cock.

Just kidding! This is actually my dream home... a little less of a fixerupper.

My dream home.

My dream home.

Just Kidding! My actual dream home. I like a good challenge.

In case you were wondering, that is what I wear when I travel all day ie. playing driving Miss T 5 hours back to NOLA comfy-cas. (I LOVE driving and I LOVE Mistress T so I was happy as a pig in road side diner shit.)

This is how I'd decorate it NOLA style.

This is how I’d decorate it NOLA style.

Baby gators... I lived in Florida remember?

Rather your wiener on that stick.

Three domme-migos

Three domme-migos

On the bayou.

On the bayou.

My sexy hungover look.

My sexy hungover look.

And then it was off to Puerto Vallarta with Miss Lynch.

Greece: Chapter 3 – The Foot Slut

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I am going to jump ahead to chapter 3 but for the time being it’s only appropriate for me to begin my story of Greece with the mention of cumump. Most of you are aware of and are excruciatingly jealous of cumdump… which, I might add baffles my mind. Who in their right mind would be jealous of a cock craving, pay pig whore? (Although sometimes I do forget the caliber of ‘men’ I deal with.) One should only be jealous of the fact that I use my whore so appropriately, but anyway.

Over the years cumdump has proven to be at my complete and total disposal and I’ve proven that I’m only satisfied if I’m reaching my greedy little fingers even deeper into my whore’s pocket for my next exploit. It’s a win win in my book and my book is the only one the whore reads. So of course in true Meggerz fashion, I wanted another vacation and the rest is now history.

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Plans were made and Mistress T and I were off to our Grecian paradise. Business class of course.

Now there will be plenty of time for chapters 1 & 2, those chapters with more visually stimulating bikini photos and less reading but as I said we’re skipping ahead to chapter 3.

The Foot Slut:

He contacted us while in Mykonos and for some unexplainable reason we actually replied to his inquiry. Most emails were left ignored because we were too busy enjoying each others company laying beach side of paradise to deal with what we refer to as ‘work’. Yet somehow this one slipped through the uh… wrinkles.

He was pathetically insistent on taking us out for dinner and showing us some of the island. We had no car and the busses were a crowded bitch so, why not? Let’s let this guy drive us to Mykonos town and pay us to buy us a nice dinner. (In hindsight I think he was more interested in showing us off as his ‘date’… but either way he paid dearly for it.)

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Drinks, dinner, and a little fun. I’m throwing this next photo in because I loved riding that carousel so damned much. ;]

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And just when we thought we’d call it a night he literally begged for a date with my feet. I can’t even recall how much that evening cost him but I do remember it cost him enough.

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Next day we took advantage of another little tour of the island and lunch. And he was lucky to get his photo taken with me. Kissing my feet on a busy road side overlooking the beautiful water was the bonus. Oh how truly romantic… hahahaa
public-foot-slaveThe rest of the day went like this: he did something stupid and he was taxed 50 Euro for it. That evening I even treated him to a little more under the table public foot worship. He was mortified and yet ever so grateful.

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So who else can say they make such easy cash on a vacation that was completely paid for?

mistressT-meggerz-moneyOh and did I forget to mention cumdump is coming to NYC next month to exchange back the Euros I accidentally brought home with me at the exchange rate of my choosing? ;] My life, oh my life.