Mr. Crackhead Minivan or the Sad Story of a Wasted Sub

So for a week this suburban crackhead has been saying he was going to call yours truly for a session.

Yea, right.

Well he started to one night, this I know, but the dude was too loaded to dial. Seriously, he had apparently drowned his miserable self a bath of Jack Daniels and powdered himself afterwards with a couple of grams of shitty, speed-cut blow.

"Madame Hailey, I'm trying..." he blabbered along with other bullshit. Then our chat session went dead, I moved on to some more worthy worms.

The next day I received a message with Mr.Crackhead Minvan not only begging my forgiveness, but telling me this huge sob story about his wife walking in. That he was a family man gone awry.

 Insert violin music.

I don't like those who grovel. I also don't like liars. And if anyone is going to be that intoxicated it is because I force it upon them!

"How can I make it up to you?" he pestered me all day long. Bor-ING!

Well I won't bore you with what happened in the interim, but he did make it up to me. Just a little bit.

He called me, number one. And let me tell you he got humilated beyond belief. This time, he wasn't getting hammered on his own. No, we had a forced intox session from hell and let's just say his wife came home to find him not only in pool of his own vomit, but with her panties in his mouth and a dildo in his ass. As she screamed at him, he told her that he was "Madame Hailey's little Ass Fag."

Word on the street was that his wife was so turned on to see her husband finally fess up to his pathetic ways that she right then and there hiked up her skirt and pissed all over his sad face and locked him away for the rest of the weekend.

How do I know this, because Mr. Crackhead Minivan IS my ASS FAG. He has not fully reedemed himself for being a liar, but he did manage to find his way to my gift list that's listed here on my blog and being so indecisive, he sent me a Amazon Gift card.

It's a start.

Good Little Pissy Sissy!

I've had the pleasure of being entertained by some lovely sissies this past week. One thing I can say about sissies is they are usually very compliant and eager to please, unlike your regular run-of-the mill disobedient submissive.

One of the sissies who I shall for the sake of anonymity will call "Z" did a call with me and a fellow Domme, and we watched all the action on web cam. I can't go into all the dirty details, but let's just say that "Z" had the best half hour of his life. He had everything ready as requested--his toys, a champagne glass, and a hairbrush. Also, our good little sissy faggot was all dressed up in a wig, slip, and panties. First he gave us a little show, swishing around his, I must say, very ripped body and a big clitty! We had him drink his own piss in a champagne flute, spank his ass and balls with a hairbrush, probe his asshole with a buttplug and suck on it, stick another huge dong in his used up asshole, and the grand finale was watching Z flip his sissyass body over so he could shoot his load right into his mouth!

So my sissy readers, wouldn't you love to give me a show? I think you would.

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