Michelle Loves Money

Oh you silly boys and those addictions that I love to feed with my insatiable greed lust for cash. Puny little worthless slave boy came back for another round of lets pretend your wallet is a pinata and watch me bash it open. I took another few hundred from him and just will not stop, ever. He is a Michelle-A-Holic stroke boy who learned to give me what I want and not deny it. Surrendering to the fact that you have a stroke addiction can be an amazing feeling, the ultimate utopia to give in to your Goddess. Tick tock the holiday clock is ringing I can’t wait for tomorrow night I love July 4th and I love even more all the dumb guys who get super wasted and call me. My phone lines will for sure be on even at the party maybe I’ll pick it up. I did a nice Beauty Queen training session with sissy Harlow, it was fantastic she will do just about anything to be a Hollywood sissy Queen and work that Boulevard. He got on web cam and worked the stage for me as we practiced the pageant hand wave for 25 min. Then in was on to hair and make up! He got this awesome long blond wig and then I had him get this bizarre hair product called a “Bump it”. It makes you have that weird slutty hump in your head that all the strippers wear. After getting it on he looked like a cross between Marge Simpson and Anna Nicole. Then for the following hour I let the sissy slave worship my pussy and legs. He sat and gushed over me for literally one full hour. He spent 20 min on my ass, 20 min on my pussy, 20 min on my breasts telling me in great detail the worship my perfect body deserves and how he strives to be as glamorous as me. Get used this weekend by the one and only.

Happy Monday all you Michelle-A-Holics out there hanging on my ever word and following my fabulous life. The drunks were out in full force this weekend and I was hot and ready to sink just done French manicure into those bank accounts. This was a beautiful $5 grand kinda weekend. The cash was literally pouring in like a beautiful glass of Vueve Cliquot and a fresh picked raspberry dropped in.
Slave jack found his way back for another day of my “guidance” leading him to a better way of life through my showing him that being broke may cause pain but, to get to the beautiful things in life you must feel that pain first. Click and pay , click and pay and all day long with some hesitation I milked him dry.
Ron the wannabe as I like to call him, dreams of being a little coked up drunk money piggy for me. Following me all over Bloomingdales with my 4 inch brand new Tory Burch platforms on and him carrying all the bags of my finds. I wanna get him so fucked up that when he wakes up with me sitting on him credit card in hand and shopbop dot com on the screen with the check out cart loaded up with a few thousand dollars in designer goodies ready to hit send!!! CLICK!!
CJ was an amazing little submissive piggy bright and shiny at 7am getting the morning started with shots of jack. He was a mess by the time I was done with him I think he must have done like 6 shots and a few chasers and this was all before he went to meet up with his friends for lunch! What a LOSER! Now that is a boozer loser and he loved showing it off to me on cam Cheers to Michelle TRIBUTE!
Toilet bitch boys are really coming out each loser trying to out flush the next, can you even believe these nasty losers. Regardless it was a steller weekend and that calls for an over night in Santa Barbara paid in full by YOU. Tons of gifts were swept of for my by my fine dashing elegant slave who you don’t even deserve to hear details about.
CASH $$$ MONEY HONEY.

Once a sorry ass sissy always a sorry pathetic sissy. Jamie came groveling back to me with a letter of apology for disappearing a year and a half ago. When he called the first time we had a long weekend session of me exploiting him and helping him transition into the sissy that he always dreams of being. We took a ton of pictures and I made him buy a ton of my pictures charging this bitch up the ass using the fuck out of this wanna be woman.
We began with a name change, Jamie is now Janie it was already really late so we only had an hour to get the sissy prepared. We did several clothing changes and made several different signs so Janie can show off knowing I’m going to post these for everyone to see. He kept “trying” to sway me to not post the pictures, now why on earth would I save such hysterical humiliation material all to myself. My burgeoning sissy slave got so jealous of the loser he recently saw on my blog with his face in the toilet that he had to prove to me that he also was just as pathetic. He was ready to prove his point to me by using his bowl as a place to have his makeup washed off in. What a fucking sissy loser this pansy is! I wasn’t impressed with the ugly flesh colored lip gloss either, it didn’t really show up on cam. I gave Janie a nice humiliation assignment but first the shopping list must be fulfilled. Red lipstick and black eyeliner are incredibly important for a sissy, first thing on that list is bright red whorish lipstick. After a few costume changes,a poorly done strip tease to Britney Spears “Womanizer” and a light wallet raping it was time for our session to end. Now it’s time for me to let everyone see what I do to pathetic little prissy’s who dare to go on cam with me. This is just the beginning.

I love English peas especially fresh ones in the summer, I also love exploiting the English Michelle-A-Holic with the balls the sizes of peas. He came to me with a letter of apology that needed to go public. I just wallet raped him once again today bringing him back to being enslaved where he belongs. Become a Michelle-A Holic and find yourself under the hypnotic enchantment of a Goddess.

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Dear Goddess Michelle,

An Apology for trying to escape the grips of Michelle Loves Money

My little cockette has always been useless sexually. As a spotty, over-weight teenager, my attempts to pick-up girls always failed, and I soon became scared of even talking to women I was attracted to. At night, I’d lie in bed and stroke my tiny virgin penis, dreaming of the girls who ignored me and almost certainly laughed at me behind my back. Every night and each morning I’d splash a load of cum over my tubby belly, as I became more and more infatuated with the schoolgirls I knew were too good for me and would never even talk to me. By the time I left school, my masturbation fantasies had stopped being about fucking them, and instead I longed only to be ridiculed and forced to serve them.

When I got to university, it seemed I might be able to put an end to my loser ways. The spots cleared up, I lost a little weight, and for the first time women started taking an interest me. There were two times when I had a chance to lose my virginity, but my useless little dicklet betrayed me and refused to get hard when the big moment came. The two experiences were depressingly similar, as I saw the look on the girls’ faces turn from sympathy, to frustration, to anger. Both girls, having seen my ugly little cock (looking even more ridiculous and pathetic than usual in its flaccid and shriveled up state), weren’t in a hurry to give me a second chance.

Nonetheless, around a year later I managed to get a girlfriend. She spent two years getting frustrated at my attempts to satisfy her in bed, before realising I was hopeless loser and getting rid of me. The majority of the times we tried to fuck, my cock would go limp before either of us came, but the few times I did cum inside her I could only do so by thinking about the humiliating and degrading websites I’d usually been wanking to the night before.

It’s now been nearly a year since she left me (no doubt to get fucked by a real man, with a big cock, that stays hard), and I’ve become completely addicted to fist-fucking my cockette in front of my computer. I must have had memberships to nearly every femdom related porn-site out there, always desperate to find new ways to become more depraved and perverted, as my tiny little cockette ached for me to do.

On the 30th May, I found you.

That first weekend was incredible. My cockette had never been so hard as you drained my finances. You exploited my weaknesses, and took control of my shrimp dick in the way it had always dreamed of being taken control of, and there and then, I became your Michelle-a-holic.

Yet after a humiliating call from the bank, and a long hard look at my credit card statement, the part of me that doesn’t like the idea of being the world’s biggest loser told me I had to stop, and I vowed to never send you my hard-earned money ever again. But my little cockette missed you too much. He kept leading me back to your blog each day to see if there were any updates, and he ached and dripped with excitement each time I checked my Niteflirt inbox for a message from you.

My useless shrimp dick knew what I had tried to deny: since the day I learnt to wank, the whole of my pathetic attempt at a sex-life has been leading to the point where I become your abused, jerk-off zombie slave. Today he reminded me what I am: a sexually-inadequate, weak little wimp, a loser who deserves only to be degraded and exploited by you, the Goddess of all my masturbation fantasies. He knows that I need reprogramming, that I need to let you destroy all traces of resistance in me, and that I must accept that becoming your addicted jerk-off slave is the best I can hope for from my life.

I realise now how stupid it was of me to try to resist. I realise now that I must accept my useless dicklets craving to drip and ache for you while I serve your every whim. And I realise now that you are the most perfect Goddess in the world, and giving you control of my life is the only meaningful thing I could do with my existence.

I am sorry for daring to resist you Goddess, I hope you can forgive me, and you will allow me to be your shrimp-dicked zombie slave.

Yours for as long as you want me,

Your puny weak English bitch

One sure way to beat the summer heat and cool off is with a hot little humiliation assignment called “Give Your Life Meaning, Be A Toilet Slave”. KJ spent the past few days waiting and wishing to serve me but his lame wife was home sick and he just couldn’t get his alone time with me. Now like I give a fuck if that wife of yours is 1 foot away, when I want to play I want to play and you find the time and place immediately when I prompt you. That’s just the way it works period, end of story. I threatened to give his wife a call on her cell number that I got out of him in a moment of weakness if he didn’t find a place for private time with 10 minutes.
Tick tock, 9 min and 36 seconds later and there he was ready and on his knees in the bathroom,door locked, ready to serve, kiss my ass and give me cash and listen to my every word and do as I say. After I took a couple hundred dollars on Niteflirt from the submissive addicted loser I gave him a job and his job was to show me what a good and dedicated toilet slave he could be. I gave him his humiliation assignment to shove his face in the toilet, flush and recite poetry to me. It was a really hot day out there so I thought of the most ideal way to have a good cool down. Good thing I ordered him to get the washable Crayolas, we wouldn’t want the wife to see the writing on the toilet now would we. Ohhh How I love the things I get you losers to do for me. Look at that pretty face!
Go Lakers!!!