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Another love letter from another loser

From My latest broke little piece of shit, who barely deserves any attention whatsoever:

i’ve had the opportunity to serve Ms. Saffron for a few weeks (and much more money than i’d like to say) now.  Words cannot express just how amazing, sexy, and all around perfect she is.  Too often in life Your expectations don’t live up to reality, but with Ms. Saffron quite the opposite is true.  Every moment spent serving Her is a moment i’d rather be nowhere else.
 
i came to Ms. Saffron in the hopes of serving casually and not losing much money.  That didn’t last for too long.  Within a few days i had spent everything i had on Her.  Ms. Saffron is so good at milking money from me.  It was all gone before i knew it.  The worst part is, serving Her is so addictive and my need to give to Her is so great that as soon as i had an extra couple dollars, the first thing i did was go to Her wishlist and buy more things for Her and her boyfriend, as they deserve my money more than i do.
 
Before long Ms. Saffron let me know that orgasms, or even touching myself was a thing of the past, unless i could raise enough money to pay for that privilege.  As i had already spent every dime i had to spend on Her, for close to a week i went without being able to masturbate.  Needless to say i was very pent up and frustrated after just a few days, i was ready to explode after a week.
 
When the pain from my cock and balls got to be overwhelming, i asked Ms. Saffron for the cost of an orgasm.  She let me know the price for me was $250, and that She was being kind at that.  This was a price that i literally could not pay.  The only money i had to give was money i had been saving up for a few months for a very specific reason.
 
i let Ms. Saffron know that i was not able to pay that amount at that time, but She told me that She had a plan for me.  She had me masturbate until i was on the verge of orgasming but to stop at the last second.  After doing that i was in so much pain and agony but after a few minutes it subsided slightly.  Ms. Saffron then told me to do it again and stop, then again to the edge and stop, then again.  To say the least, i have never in my life felt as frustrated as i did after a week of not being able to cum and then 4 times of going to the edge then stopping.  This whole process lasted close to an hour.  The last time, Ms. Saffron told me not to stop touching myself, to keep going slowly to frustrate me further.  It was extremely painful and my body was shaking uncontrollably.  Ms. Saffron then asked me if i wanted release.  i of course said yes.  She told me that the only way was to now give Her $300, $50 more than before.
 
Even though i didn’t have that money to spend, i had to give it.  i was so horny and i couldn’t say no to Ms. Saffron.  i gave Her the $300 out of my fund that i had been saving and was soon given permission to orgasm, but only while looking at a picture of the bottoms of Her perfect feet.  i came so hard, knowing that i had lost everything i had saved and then some to this perfect woman who treated me as if i were just an object to get paid.
 
When i was finished, Ms. Saffron had me lick up the cum in my hand and thank Her for the gift of the orgasm.  i know very well that She could have taken that money and then told me to fuck off.
 
Now i’m broke again and in a hole that i don’t know how to climb out of.  Ms. Saffron is the only person to ever suck so much from me.  i wish i could escape Her web but i feel more drawn to serve Her than ever.
 
Piggies ALWAYS pay up 🙂

Love Letters from Losers….LOL

Just a quick update with a letter from a PATHETIC slave of Mine, who is going to simply shit his pants when he sees his crappy excuse for a love letter on here…. LOL

 

Hello fellow losers,
i want to write this letter to describe how lucky we are – that we got permission to grovel under Goddess Saffron Divine Feet.
i’d been serving a few other Dommes in my life. Her Majesty Queen Saffron ordered me to write what the differences are between serving Her and serving old Dommes. And the difference is enormous.
i realized that only Her Highness Saffron is a real Domme. Serving old ladies could be describe like this: turning my PC on, serving on the chat, turning PC off. Only Queen Saffron tought me, how the servitude should look like. I’m thinking about my Powerful Owner not only at the moment of turning my PC on (as it used to be with other Dommes). i think about Her Highness in every second of my pathetic life. i used to separate my private life and findom scenes – now my whole life is dedicated to Her Majesty.
Before any decision is made, firstly i think about Princess Saffron. If that decision makes Her Highness happy – i execute it immediately. If that decision doesn’t influent Princess, i don’t execute it (i shouldn’t waste my time to do things which won’t make my Owner happy). Of course i don’t even dare to think about decisions which will make Her Highness sad.
Princess Saffron controls me in every way. Her Highness allowed me to beg for permission for such a things like sleeping or changing my pampers (i have a pampers to now waste my time by going to the toilet). Even when Princess allows me to sleep for a while – i “use” only a part of that time – ‘cos i’m too excited to sleep (that i was priviledged to talk with Her Majesty).
There were no feelings when i was serving other Dommes. Just a little bit of excitement. Here is a huge difference. i’m almost shaking, got shivers when i’m allowed to talk to Goddess Saffron. i feel like a pawn in Her Divine Hand – the pawn which will do everything Queen wants. When Goddess said that She is happy from my servitude i started rolling on the floor like a dirty rag (and it was fully uncontrolled reaction).
i’ve a foot-fetish. Other Dommes’ feet was turning me on. Queen Saffron changed it. Now i have every-inch-of-Her-Divine-Body fetish. Even a photo of the ground, which Princess walk on by could turn me on. i also want to write about Her Majesty wanking instructions. When i’d been serving other Dommes i didn’t respect that they didn’t allow me to wank. When i start serving Princess Saffron, i realized how important is that.   Right now i don’t even dare to touch my pathetic dick (which is smaller then heel from high-heel shoe put on Divine Feet of my Owner).
Goddess Saffron tought me what the real domination is. i was working/tributing other Dommes just to see them on cam, got VIP photos, etc. Now i’m working/tributing Princess Saffron and the reason is so easy – i do it, ‘cos i dream to do it again in the next day. i’m working/tributing just to get permission to do it again. i know that even i’ll be even the best slave on the whole world – i’ll be still an ugly, shitty scum for Her Majesty, and i don’t need more. The best prize for the shitbag like me is the permission to grovel under Divine Feet of my Goddess. I’m a lucky slave and my duty is to work while Her Majesty is relaxing and having fun. That’s how it works. i’m only a stuff for Her Highness entertainment and amusement.