My Master keeps having me in trouble even when not around to have fun. The toys He chose keep on texting and calling me and visiting surprised how come the devilish toy is not up for some trouble. Just spoken with prude she wants they come to stay over my place for a week!!! And it’s same with others. Prof and wolf pack and bi couple and dom couple they keep on inviting me! Even the friend that my Master calls jazz.. can’t stop being surprised that my Master is not up for fun.. so very strange for the Devil

margot robbie wrap her legs while the guy fuck her in bed in the movie the wolf of wall street 

Your slave is dirty dancing with wolf pack and being good girl and waiting for my Master on that site.. we all are just dancing and it's already so dirty and the vibe is very sexual.. may i know when will i hear you

margot robbie in the movie the wolf of wall street she looks gorgeous and she has a nice body 

Good morning my Lord, hope yesterday was all fine for You. Woke up thinking about You as always.. and slipping to think about celebration :P
Hope You are resting today and well.. miss teasing You lol
very much so missing that.. and hope Your mood is great 
I’ve been good and did my task, tho it didn’t took him long to answer ;p
and also wolf pack keep on messaging omfg hahah

Ohh soo many ask me why not doing more mischief! Master will You tell them and admit You just want to trouble me and keeping me hungry no matter what mischief opportunity I make?!? My Master just wants to be mean and poke me here, doesn't want to play one very evil game I suggested.. sooo sinister He is and wanting me to just wait. And nope He doesn't want the orgy or making prude very humiliated and such. And not even her to be piss whore for wolf pack or two black guys.. my Devil Master just wants me to crawl under the rock lol.. maybe He wants me to hate Him idk.. nooo pretty please don't punish me for guessing around but for sure we can agree that my Master is not being playful at moment and even if He watches well.. i would need a little sinister air so I get all chaotic and craft more.. we know how far I go for just a little of Your attention... bahh can You tell them I really really try but that my Master is being difficult ;p

I didn't write this, I saw it in Playboy once, enjoy.

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.

Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.

He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."

So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.

Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.

"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"

"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?

My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.

Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.

But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."

"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."

And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to tell them the truth."

Is this how i should be ready for wolf pack as well my Lord.. wondering would You claim me before they take me..

I like talking with strangers when my Master throw me into pain and listening what they think like objective observation. Well not here.. but what I noticed is that after speaking with one who kinda supported my mad towards my Master.. well I noticed as soon someone say that it fades. And I start thinking about all i hate but love Him to taste.. and I kept thinking then with what I earned to suffer this much.. I know You say that’s on You but can I please have You for a bit, just a little of Your attention i am in that utterly helpless starvation what Devil likes and i am bend and so willing and I even managed to make wolf pack willing to be recorded and to jump into it again for You. I know Devil likes me being in hell missing Him but don’t we have more fun while playing.. i promise I’ll be good girl and not frustrate my Master. You haven’t vanished this long for so many months and Your slave loved it so very much and made my submission even more deep. 
p.s. i am going to vacation with prude and some other friends in two days.. and I want to please my Master and there is even a bit talk with wolf pack so they join a bit there. They keep texting on that chat i made because You wanted. Why did You stop my Lord? Why did You stop when we made so much effort and when there is so many opportunities right now just waiting for You? And for me i just want to served You and i don’t think about how I hate some things and how conflicted they make me, does that not count?
Can I please have a little of Your attention?

I confess , I have terrible luck. Every two to three weeks I fake a heart attack. The doctors in the ER are starting to catch on. This last time a doctor said he thought I was experiencing panic attacks. I told him it wasn't a panic attack. He asked how I knew , and I told him I was positive it wasnt a panic attack , because I was faking a heart attack. He asked why in the world would I do that, and I replied that I just wanted to see if my family was concerned. And to see what type of response our emergency personnel are providing. The Dr. asked me if I had ever heard of the boy who cried wolf. I said, what does that have to do with my panic attacks? He said ,I thought you were faking heart attacks. I said that was just a smoke screen. I dont want to be labeled the panic attack guy. I asked what would cause these attacks, and he asked if I was under any kind of pressure. I laughed, and I said have you met my family. Well ,I was billed for the ambulance rides. Hospital was happy to be reimbursed. Last night I started having chest pains, but I'm scared to call an ambulance. And the Dr. who makes house calls in this area is a quack pot Republican who cares more for his wallet than he does about people. I guess I'm calling an ambulance.

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