On this holy day ~ April 8th ~ in the year 1970 the Universe saw fit to create and begift the universe with a very special Lady. My cousin and Mentor in the BDSM Lifestyle the glorious Goddess Bella Donna.

For all you losers, pathetic fucktards and worthless ass sniffing pantywaisted shitheads who didn’t know this yet, I want to tell you a little story.

Goddess Bella Donna and I are both from Germany. She was raised there all her life, as where I was there only for a few years. In looks we are about as different as they come, but if you look very closely you can see a little bit of family resemblence.
Bella Donna is 14 Years older then me and when I was just a small one, she was already starting to show extreme signs of being a true Goddess.  I still remember the guys sniffing after her, wanting her and admiring her. I can tell you that her photos do not do her justice at all. When you meet her in real time you will almost fall over at her beauty and poise. I remember boys crying about her lack of interest in them. You see she always had high standards and sadly most could just not hit them.

Her nickname in school was the Ice Queen. As she went to College, she became the Goddess of Wisdom. I have watched her disciplin males twice her size, have watched her literally pick up males and physically throw them…
I have watched her reduce so called Masters in the lifestyle to quivering nothings who begged to kneel to her.

Now at Age 38 she has become one of the loveliest mature Goddesses out there. We speak almost daily with each other and I for one am disturbed how much disrespect you loosers have shown. It disturbs me to hear her telling me of the oversight to her glory. Well the loss is yours not hers, because you boys have lost out on one of the true divinities that walk the earth.

Bella, I love you and will see you later. We are going to go shopping. Just you and me, no loosers allowed. I am keeping you all to myself.

Not too many of you boys realize just how much I love my blender and today it bit the big one. No I am not talking about a cock you perverts. I mean it died on me.
Of course there is a good news and a bad news here, just like it is with everything else in life.

The bad news is that unless I get a new blender ASAP I will not be a very happy Mistress and trust me boys you don’t want me be angry or dissappointed in your miserly little behavior.

The good News is that this is the perfect opportunity for you worthless little scum suckers to impress the hell out of me and buy me the Magic Bullet I have on my Amazon Wishlist: and while you boys are at it feel free to just add whatever other lovely gift for me.

And before I hear from any of you that my other gifts are sooo expensive, you better bite your tongue. I am 100 times worth those paltry sums and you worm better realize that.
So go on, who will be the lucky slave that get the honor of buying me my magic bullet?

I received a divine gift from one of my loyal little piggies the other day. Yes, this worthy little cocksucker knew just how to put a smile on my face.
The doorbell rang and UPS delivered a nice surprise package for me. It had no sender on it, but only the photo of a little piggy in it’s stead. The signature of my cocksucker snifflebear. I ripped the package open, knowing that it would contain a little something that would make me smile with in no time. This little money piggy understands the importance of spoiling my divine being in a manner befitting a true Goddess like myself.

Sure enough, out of the box I pulled a pair of skintight jeans which was handcrafted to my measurements. Lovely dark blue, so tight you could have poured me into it. Rhinestones along the hem of my Jeans and along the side of it the word Goddess in diamond chips.
Lovely! Those Jeans have cost this piggy a mint and of course I am worth every penny. Just when I was about to call my little piggy wiggy, I got a message from Mistress Lauren asking me if my divine self had a moment to humiliate a worthless little Ass-sniffer. Well of course I had to think about it, I was well satisfied with my gift and I do so love to tease and torment the little pathetic creature, knowing fully well he can not help himself and will whimper and whiny so nicely for my pleasure.

Well, well, I called him and teased him mercilessly with the lovely gift, which I was by that time wearing. I know how much he loves to watch my glorious ass in tight Jeans and of course he is such a nasty little slut.
Teasing him with the delightful rump of mine, I allowed him closer, closer, ever so much closer and then I made him almost choke himself in his efforts to reach me.
Ooops sorry I forgot to mention that he was leashed up against a pole with only a short rope.

There he was pulling helplessly, while I bent over to pick up a book I had dropped, bringing my fine ass within inches of his face. Just then I had to fart so bad. OH well I guess he found out my farts do smell like Roses.
The poor pathetic ass-siffer came so hard and then he had to clean it up of cours.

Happy by a piggy and amused by an ass-sniffer. Life only needs a pantyhose slut and a shoe shopping boy now!

How about it you worthless male creatures, anyone can satisfy my greed today?

You know you worthless little fuck heads, I don’t check my email every day, matter of fact I go weeks without checking it and why you may wonder rightfully so. Because I get retarded little email like this one.

copy and paste from my email account!

——– Original Message ——–
Subject: Question
From: XXXXXXXXXXXXX
(he apologized so I removed the name, but let it be a warning to you slime)

Date: Thu, February 07, 2008 10:07 am
To: <jodi@themistresseselite.com>

Before I pay you any money i would like to receive your most disgusting picture you have to see if you’re
worth of the money. on that time I will see if I begin to pay to your pictures.
 
 end copy and paste

Here is my response you fucktard by the number!

1. Don’t you ever mistake me for an uneducated stupid little slut whore like yourself. If you want free jerk off shit, you can find that freely on the internet.
2. You have this backwards retard! You don’t spend your money on me - you would have the privilege to do so. But after that I guarantee you, not to ever bother calling me! I will refuse your miserly few pennies you have, because a little stupid pig fuck like you is just not worthy of the breath it would take for me even to say hello to you.
3. I am a Goddess - a Mistress! That means you don’t make demands. You request! You wanted to be a big boy and play Mr. Men, let me tell you that I am not impressed! I have more respect for my sissy girls in their little pink panties and bows around their cock then your ass could ever earn in my lifetime.

In closing, don’t ever waste my time again or clutter up my email with your idiotic requests you shithead! Try hitting up a submissive or a slut wife maybe, but then again they may tell you where to stick it too!

Oh and by the way, until I get an apology, the world should know what an idiot you really are, after that I may decide to XXXX out your name and email address. Don’t fuck with me!

You piggies know what day today is, don’t you? Today is Goddess Jodi Appreciation Day. Of course it should be everyday, but since you boys have such a hard time doing anything right these days, I thought just perhaps you knew at least when Valentine’s Day is.

So how do you show your Goddess how much you appreciate her beauty and wicked ways? With lots of lovely gifts, tributes and cash of course. You should be ringing my phone of the hook right now, just to hear my voice. You know how that goes don’t you?
Make the call, give your credit card # and spend all your hard earned money on me. I should be spoiled, spoiled, spoiled today. To be taken out shopping, have gifts piled up high at my feet and more. You poor little fuckmeats should be breaking your head almost to be the first to put the treasures at my feet.
Of course I am fully aware that you worthless idiots could never make it good enough, you can never give enough to someone as glorious as me, but then what does that have to do with you trying your best.

Don’t know what I desire for Valentine’s Day? Here is my wishlist and if you hurry you still have enough time to go out and buy the e-gift cards for me. Or just call and tribute the money for the gifts. Just let the Dispatch Mistress know it is for me and that your worthless worm ass can’t way to spend your money all on me. So take a good look at my wishlist and lets go.

Goddess Jodi’s Wishlist

Even a Mistress can have some real bad luck and when it comes it comes in spades. It all started last weekend when I had this very lovely call with a new to me Gentleman submissive that understands the importance of pleasing a true Lady. Yes, he isn’t rushing things and he knew that to please a Lady you have to be willing to follow directions, mind your manners and do things sometimes that just don’t make any sense to you. Like exercising in Pantyhose if I so desire.

After all it is all about pleasing me and getting to know me. I don’t get those types of submissives very often, you know the type that isn’t about the rushing, but needs to feel you in his bones. To get slowly adicted to your mind, your voice and your desires for his SERVICE!!!!
What a lovely gentlemanly slave, a true joy. Needless to say I was frustrated to no end when our session had gotten cut short. He was just about to give me a lovely Bath and serve me as my back scrubber and ashtray holder when my phoneservice went out.

Out, as in caput! No noise, nothing….dead silence. I called for my submissive, tried like crazy to call him back to reassure him that I was ok and still here…Nothing. My phone lines had completely crashed out. Was it vonage the company I use or was it the lines? I am not sure. I tried to call several other people I could think of, but nothing.
Within minutes I lost internet connection as well. Everything went down from there. Finally almost 1 hour later I gave up, and went to bed.

The following days were nothing if not annoying. Getting my systems back up and finding out what the problems were. Getting more then just a little dissappointed by my so called money piggies and even having to deal with one useless little slut sissy that actually got herself lost while going out for a ride in her new car. She called me scared out of her wits after she almost got pulled over by a cop in her best sissy whore finery. The things I have to go through with my girls I tell you will make me gray before my time.

*Sighs deeply* So it isn’t a big surprise that I started getting headaches and slowly but surely they are developing into migraines here. I am taking it easy for the next few days and am turning my phones of early. So if you need to speak to me, make sure you do so during the daytime and fairly early. Late morning or early afternoons are best for me right now. I will hold this schedule until the weekend.

However, I would love to have a nice footmassage, a pedicure and perhaps just a wonderful relaxing bath. Any of you little submissives want to spoil me with any of those services and items don’t hesitate. I can always use one of them. MMM and then of course you can send me a nice e-giftcard as well, so I can have a nice day out or at the spa. That should pep me right up or at least make me feel better. You know where to send it too don’t you? jodi@themistresseselite.com

If you are reading this my special new submissive friend, you better get ready for a nice foot rubbing session with lots of lovely massage lotion this weekend. Have a couple of vanilla and lavender bubble bath items ready for me as well and remember, I like my coffee with two spoons of sugar and cream. Pssst. I love hazelnut creamer the best.

How dare you!

 I know you are a bunch of pathetic loosers that don’t know how to get a girl. You are nothing more then a walking talking piece of human waste and are only fit for trampling beneath my glorious feet. I know to allow you to kiss the shit of the understand of my shoes after I have stepped in dog shit is too good for you, but I have a generous heart and have given you Swine the opportunity to speak to me. I have logged in faithfully every day to give you worthless slime a chance of redemption.

What do I get? I get nothing in return but a bunch of worthless fucking wankers who disturb me in my glorious persuits.

I am outraged by your faithless behavior, by your absolute rudeness of action. You call the wonderful Mistress Lauren, disturb her day and act as if you are humble. You waste her time and ask questions over and over again, all the while stroking that which you think passes for a cock and then to top it all off you pieces of shit dare to ask her to contact ME!!!!!

I am generous to a fault, why else would I allow you to request my attention. Why else would I even think of allowing you to worship me? And I stop what I do, get ready to accept your humble (and it better be humble or else) adoration and then poor, stresses Mistress Lauren has to let me know that it was nothing then another wanker fuck.

Now this will stop you worthless cocksucking motherfuckers! Do you hear me? You better not waste my or her precious time.

Get on your motherfucking knees you little maggot dicks, pray to the mercy of my mood and right now I pity the idiot that displeases me, and call her to actually follow through. To worship at my feet, to empty your bank account in my glory and you better be prepared to tribute large amounts of lovely cash to me. After all that is all you are good for.
And believe me you fuckers better make it real money or else. What you don’t know what I would consider a good tribute? Well you guys can never pay me what I am worth, but $1000 will be a good start!

Perhaps you should beg me to play biggest looser with me. I will laugh in your face as I rape your wallet.

But then again, you aren’t even worthy enough to please me.

Today was one of those days when I just wander why my piggies don’t tell me when they cum or if they need to go somewhere.

My newest piggy really had me going there for a moment. A young piggy that had already obligated himself to serve me and my greed for 30 min. He was a good little cash pet and was willing and eager to donate.
He was happy to begift me with $100 on his credit card, I could hear the intake of pleasurable breath. I wanted to push him, take him, drain him as he should be drained. Real time, virtual…

After enquiring what else he had to offer me, the phone went dead. No answer. Did he hang up? Did he get interrupted or did the poor little piggy cum so quickly overcome by my divine personage.

I pondered the dilemma for a few moments and thought is over. He did pay me the tribute of the call, and had authorized the Gift to me, but then did not stay the duration. After trying very hard to be fair I made a decision. I would charge him for the call, but did not accept the Gift. His Card did not get charged for the Gift.

If you read this little piggy, you still have 20 min. of my time and you still owe me the $100 gift to my glory. Call the main line and let the lady know what has happened to you. I can not be any fairer then that I think.

MMM, talking about my two favorite things in the entire world. To see a nice pair of balls trussed up tight like a turkey and the cock wrapped up like a candy cane! Yes, just in time for christmas nice criss cross with green and red ribbon all the way to the top and I will even make you tie a bow for me.

You do want to be my present don’t you? Which brings me to presents. You little piggies, what is wrong with you? Why is your Goddess still seeing spaces underneath her Christmas Tree. Why is it not filled up the way it should be?

Call me you swine and give me your fucking wallets! I am tired of waiting for your little lazy asses. What do I care if you don’t have money for what you want. I am the Goddess, you should worry about what I want.

Cough it up and you better make it real money too. The imagination doesn’t fill up the Tree. NO WANKERS allowed. If you want to wank you better be willing to pay the cum fee.

So Balls out, cock at present and Wallets at the ready. I will max your credit cards out for you. After all that is what the season is all about. Maxing your credit cards to make ME happy.

Now call me you little piggies!

Poor little ass sniffer with his tiny little dick. What am I supposed to due with that? Surely you don’t assume I would even allow your little boy dick to even out of your shorts?
Never you may accidently stain my skin tight Jeans. Oh yes I just got those black Jeans the other day. So tight and form fitting they look as if they were poured onto my glorious ass. Every step I make, you can see my muscles ripple underneath.

Kneel you whore son, you small dickied looser fart!
I see your tiny cock jumping in your boxers, what an amusing - pathetic sight it makes. Yes, yes crawl closer you can sniff my new Jeans….As you come closer I let out a fart! A big stinky fart and laugh delighted….”Did it smell like Roses, ass sniffer?”

Your eyes are almost watering and you barely can joke the words out:”Oh, yes Goddess!”

You are pathetic! Why don’t you call me and smell my farts  and let me tease and deny you the pleasure of coming near my glorious butt, my divine ass, my fantastic ….

Enough before you cum in your pants you looser!