poor ronny

I met a slave yesterday. He’s quite fragile, a real heart attack waiting to happen. Unfortunately he didn’t use all of his brain cells, or he was too busy wanking it to pay attention, because he put his real name as his yahoo ID.

I did my mandatory search on google, just to verify he wasn’t known for being a real asshole. As it turns out there it is, a whole bunch of personal info about him. I’m kinda tempted to post the info right here on this blog, along with his contact information, because hey if anyone does a search on him that he knows personally this blog would show up. I wouldn’t mind humiliating him like that after the way he behaved. I’m worried I’ll send him into shock and he’ll experience cardiac arrest. I don’t think his old ticker could take it.

He was fine at first, very sweet and compliant, though his tributes were pathetic. I did manage to get my minimum from him, but he seemed quite offended by that. Don’t know what he was thinking playing around with the big girls like me, he must have been expecting I was some cheap whore. Aside from that though he was fine, that is until he thought I was going to blackmail him. Well, I wasn’t sure if I should or not, I mean after all he didn’t really give me “permission” to, so I just played it off as if I would, and I showed him that I could. The power is the important thing here. However, he freaked out like a big baby and said he wanted to stop. I could have emptied his bank account, but that wasn’t what I was going for. I just wanted to feel the adrenaline from having so much power over him.

He was referring to me as God of course. He realized he was just a lowly servant put on earth to sacrifice and submit for me. I love being a Goddess and having my way. I knew he was weak, that I could mindfuck the hell out of him and have everything I wanted. I made him stay home instead of pick up his wife from the airport. That was fun. They live in Long Beach, so I know it’s not as if he can’t afford the pathetic $100.00 I took from him. His selfish attitude has really started to bother me, and the fact that I told him he only had to write me two simple things and he’d be released from my hold and he refused to do so. I’m starting to think he really wants me to blackmail him. If he doesn’t then he’s behaving quite stupidly about it.

After I called him at his house this morning and found him watching TV instead of doing God’s work I was a bit peeved. After all, if he has time to sit on his ass and watch the television he should be writing for me. I do have a poem he wrote. I think it’s great. I’ll share it with you!

He wrote me my own poem so that I could keep his private one from being exposed to the world and possibly exposing him to his family.

Perfect Posh

Pleasing Posh is my only purpose
Everything I own is hers to take
Resisting Posh is a useless exercise
From which submission is the sole escape
Everything I know amounts to nothing
Controlling me, she tells me what is true
That truth is all I want to know.
Praying from my heart for mercy
opens her benevolent ear
Some small tenderness within her
Hears me and takes away my fears.

He wasn’t very happy that I had this poem of his. Poor Ronny, he’s going to be so lonely when his wife finds out about everything he’s been doing. I tried to give him a chance to make it up to me and to write the prayer and letter, but he just won’t do it. I guess that means he’s aching to be punished.

I know he’s nothing more than a weak, helpless lost soul who needs guidance and discipline. He needs Me to use him, he needs to serve Me, he needs to make Me happy always. I’m going to make sure he’s doing just that.

I dare you to resist.

I’m curious, when did Domme become a synonym with bitch? Get off it, you don’t need to assume every Domme has a bitchy personality. Some of us don’t, some of us do. I happen to be one which doesn’t. Oh boo hoo, you wanted to be called pindick, pencilcock, needlenoodle, shrimp dick.. etc. Wow, I don’t care about the size of your cock. I care about the size of your WALLET. I also care about the size of your brain. If it’s too small, I won’t like you then either. Sure, you’d be easy to control, and I could probably get whatever I wanted from you simply by snapping my fingers, but I’d enjoy more of a challenge than that. My boys appreciate giving me what I want because I make them feel special and at the same time I’m able to humiliate, deteriorate, manipulate and control them.  I appreciate them in return because they aren’t boring, or stupid.

I know you’re either very intimidated by the power my eyes show, or foolishly feel I am not a Domme because of my innocent look. Again, get off it. How do you expect to please ME if you can’t take the first step? Honestly, do you think that adoring me from afar is really going to make your life better? You’ll only remain miserable, wallowing in fantasies, wishing you had what it takes to serve Me. You’d never feel the fulfillment a slave gets when he takes the first step to make his life about Me, to make Me smile. I know not everyone is rich, but you don’t have to be rich (well, you  need SOME money!) to serve Me. Show Me how much I mean to you, give Me what you can to make Me smile. That’s what matters.

You know what else matters? No, you’re too busy clicking all my tribute buttons to think, all the bloods left your brain and entered your nasty nether region.. Well of course, that’s fine but listen to this.

What else matters is that I LOVE money! I do. And you can think that makes me fake, or tacky, or only concerned with cash- but that’s just not the case. I just happen to get really really excited when I’m treated as the Goddess I am, receiving cash and gifts. I love Money Slavery. The whole act of twisting a man, turning him inside out displaying his flaws and finding each and every weakness, drawing him deeper into the shadows of my light, prying what little strength he has from his body, draining his soul of all hope until he’s crawling to me begging to give Me whatever I want, whatever it takes to become whole again.. mmmm!

oooh had to stop myself, I was getting carried away..

Goddess Posh

What you’ve heard is true. I do have a weakness. It’s MONEY. I’m absolutely addicted to money the same way you’re addicted to worshipping me. The best part of my life is that all I have to do is be ME and you’re on your knees begging to give me my fix. It’s so adorable, and a bit humiliating on your part, the way you beg and plead to keep me pleased.

Some of you prefer to buy me gifts, but my favorite method of being worshipped is with cash. When you approach Me it will be because you realize you are an inferior and that your life was made for one purpose, and that is to worship Me. Do not approach me if you can not grasp that concept.

My slaves are great, and I think it’s because they are a reflection of me. They are what I made them, I turned them into my weak, helpless, adoring, obedient boys. I have that much power.

The Goddess Posh


It’s approaching. I’m the center of your universe, the love of your life, and you will supply me with many gifts, a lot of cash and much adoration in the upcoming weeks in honor of the oh so special day. Maybe I’ll even pick YOU as my one special Valentine … Here’s to dreaming!


 More than one person has realized they are a moth, drawn to my flame..


The Goddess Posh

While I was working on my project yesterday I had a lot of fun talking to you guys. Each of you can make me laugh, and that’s really important. Even if I could take all of Bill Gate’s money I still wouldn’t be happy if I couldn’t at least laugh every now and then. BTW, it is a fantasy to financially dominate a celebrity. I wonder if any of the online Dommes have had that experience? I would love to hear about it. Talk about an orgasm! hmm let’s see, I think I’d start with Johnny Depp, I’d so pull his hair and drag him on his knees after me, while he begged to hand over each and every dollar he has. Then I’d move on to Kevin Spacey- what can I say, I like the nerdy look. I bet he’d make such a great slave too, probably really intellectual and sarcastic, so he’d be fun to put in place. I’d have to feed him the heel of my shoe a few times. I’d then move onto Vince Vaughn. Okay the guy is HUGE, couldn’t you picture me dropping him to his knees and stepping on his chest. He’s such a baby too, he’d be begging and squirming and pleading for mercy. hahaha..




I received a great new cookbook today, “Eat, Drink & Be Vegan” by Dreena Burton. It’s fabulous! There are so many healthy and animal free recipes that I can not wait to try. Some of you may be wondering if I incorporate the vegan lifestyle into all aspects of my life, example- shoes! I do. I have shoes that are made from leather, and I still wear them, but it is from before I realized how horrible it is to steal an animals life. I guess always knew, but I never thought about it hard enough. I will be replacing those shoes slowly with more compassionate ones. My slaves know I am not a “crazy vegan”, but I just care a lot about animals, a lot more than I care for slaves.. that’s for sure.


Most of my slaves are given days of the week that they need to eat meat-free. It’s relatively simple concept, and it turns me on to control every aspect of their lives.


My one sub is so cute, I call him “Hot Sub” .. you know, like a hot sub sandwich. haha


More pictures? More videos? Please POSH Please PRINCESS PLEASE!!!




We’ll see.


BTW Mike M. you’re outta here.



I’m going to be busy, which means unless you have something which I deem more worthy of my attention than what I am currently working on- DONT BOTHER ME. Oh and for those of you who are dull or dimwitted, that means money.


Paul Rose. You have 24 hours to contact me. If you don’t I will cut you off, permanently. No returns, ever.


I’ve pushed you over the edge again. You’re hanging from a small branch, which is creaking and threatening to break. You could drop to your demise, never to be thought of again by anyone or you could accept my hand and realize I am your savior. I can rescue you from your life! Grab my hand and free yourself from whatever burdens you have. Now you are indebted to Me, and will spend the rest of your days worshipping at my feet, and obeying my commands.