The Feng Shui Wallet for Financial Slaves

What is Feng Shui? With a quick Google search you get the answer- 

Feng Shui
ˈfəNG ˈSHwē,-SHwā/   Noun  (In Chinese thought) a system of laws considered to govern spatial arrangement and orientation in relation to the flow of energy (Qi), and whose favorable or unfavorable effects are taken into account when siting and designing buildings.

You can continue to read on and on, the many articles and websites dedicated to the practice of traditional Feng Shui, each having their own varied belief systems but all aim to achieve the same basic goal. That goal is to create an environment in which one is free of negativity and has a positive atmosphere in which that person can focus on personal growth and success.

In the Financial Domination fetish, a financial slaves main priority in life is becoming a complete wallet for ME and I believe that this modified version of Feng Shui is very useful for a slave to accept its place in servitude. Through this we shall make the wallet a symbol of our financial D/s relationship. This will free the wallet from clutter and distractions that keep a slave from focusing on its servitude. 

To sum it up, there are 5 things that make for  a good financial slaves Feng Shui Wallet:

One

Any new slave will need a new wallet. As soon as one becomes My financial slave, "your wallet" is no longer "yours". It now belongs to Me. And My wallet says a lot about Me and how well I have trained My property. My slave should never pull out an old battered wallet bursting at the seems. Nor should the wallet be some off the wall special at Spencers. How embarrassing! No. The wallet should be a modest black or brown leather wallet, neat and clean. Durable. It doesn't have to be expensive, after all, you, slave are carrying it. And when you, slave, take it out from your pocket you should instantly recognize that this is no longer your money, but is My money. This is a symbol of our new Financial relationship arrangement. 

This is an example of an unacceptable wallet. Full of clutter and negative energy, causing the slave to lose focus and self worth as a financial slave.

Any slave seen with this should be ashamed of itself!

Two

As My financial slave, the focus should be with Me. When a slave pulls My wallet out to take money or use an approved bank card, it should not be faced with pictures of its wife, girlfriend, or family. Keep those photos where they belong. In an old shoe box under the bed, or far back in the closet. The prime focus as a slave is serving Me financially and distractions like these are unacceptable. A slave cannot properly focus and make responsible decisions that are in My benefit if it has the eyeballs of the old ball and chain peering at My slave every time the wallet is opened. I do require My slave wallet to have a window in the front, usually where one would put a license. This area is much more suited for a wallet sized photo of Myself. I am more than happy to send you a personalized photo to remind you, a slave, of your place in life. 


Three

As a financial slave, spending money is drastically limited. The only cash a slave should have in the wallet should be its allotted allowance for day to day living. Any cash above the allotted amount should be sent to Me immediately. Credit and bank cards should be kept to a minimum. 

A slave is allowed to carry the following:

• State Issued ID, Driver License, etc...
• Bank Card
• ONE Credit Card for emergencies ONLY 
• ONE Credit Card to make purchases for Me
• Cash Allowance set by Me
• Work related cards, ID, passes, etc... 

Obviously, allowing a slave to carry money or credit/bank cards, is on an honor system. No slave is allowed to make any purchases without My permission first, and any slave caught doing otherwise will be fined heavily. For obvious reasons, slaves do need an emergency source of money. Who doesn't. I would hate to ever find out that one of My precious work horses were stranded on the side of the road and couldn't get to work because they had no way to get an emergency tow or a cab!

Four

Storing My wallet. My slaves are required to keep the wallet in the same secure, calm and safe place that can be easily reached. This is so important. I have one slave that had a nasty habit of leaving My wallet in its trouser pockets, on the floor, in the bathroom. Not only is that plain disgusting, My absent-minded slave would forget what it had done with the wallet and I would have to wait 5 minutes sometimes for it to realize where it was. A WHOLE 5 MINUTES! This is highly unacceptable and when I want something, I want it now and if I press that checkout button before a slave does- there is not only hell to pay, but some serious fines too. So, I highly suggest a home for the wallet. Next to the computer, where it is easily accessible for a slave to satiate My shopping whims.

Five

Keep My wallet neat and clean! Once a week, I require My slaves to free the wallet of any unwanted clutter. Old receipts speak of poverty, scattered energy, fear and chaos. Remove anything that is not essential for the wallet. Trash it. File it. I don't give a shit. The wallet must be neat and clean, allowing slave to be free of any negativity.

This is the first step to becoming My perfect financial slave. Now when My slave takes out the wallet, it will instantly be reminded that this is no longer its property, but Mine, and will not make frivolous purchases and lose focus on the goal- SERVING ME FINANCIALLY.

Welcome to the New Year!

2015 was a wonderful year for Me. Not only did I get to see My Online Utopia blossom, but My personal "VANILLA" business venture has proven itself rather successful as well. I see only good things in store for 16!

To the joy of My devoted, I have resumed In-call sessions on a select basis. And a first for Me...I'm touring.

Limited Sessions are available

Winter sessions

January 5- March 20 New Orleans House only.

Spring Sessions

March 25- April 30 Slidell In-call

May 3- May 7  Salt Lake Dungeon, Min 3 hour session

May 9- May 12 Las Vegas NV

May 15- May 19 Phoenix AZ

June 5- June 20 Slidell In-call

Angry Red Lips

I am SO incredibly beautiful 

with My milky white skin and luscious full lips.

Watch Me paint them red.

My True DIABOLICAL NATURE shows through in this 4 minute 

hypnosis Video. It will have slave boys, sissies and little piggies everywhere 

falling at MY divine, perfect feet ready to do anything for Me.

Buy the Complete Video on Niteflirt Now!

For The Cheap Fuckers...

This ones for you!

Think I would actually ever give you anything good when you're being cheap? 

For the cheap fuckers that still want to play 

I have been so generous to start a $.99 Humiliation Station just for you!

For that cheap bastards price you get some good ole humiliation

the ONLY thing you truly deserve!

HUMILIATION!

Honestly I really didn't even put in any effort. Why should I? $.99...

FUCKING PLEASE.

SHOOT.

YOURSELF.

Look to the right and click away you cheap little fucker!

A still from My upcoming Hypnosis Video for Niteflirt!

Why Don't Ya Do Right?

AND ITS MINE!

YES! This boys cock is MINE!!

And you can read his journal entry from last night.

I was so generous to give him one last chance to stroke his "man hood". Hope he enjoyed it because it is going to be a while until he sees his little bird out of it's cage!

Vacation

I am on vacation until January 5th. I do hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a safe and wonderful New Years!

Just a reminder- My birthday is New Years Eve. Check out My wishlist and send Me a gift.

Mercie the Giantess

Here is a little online role play, where I am a Divine Giantess, tormenting and trampling the helpless, and ever so tiny kharne. This was fun and My first time ever taking on the role of a Giantess. Thought I'd share the experience.

xoxoxo
-Mercie


Kharne leans back as he looks up at MsMercie

MsMercie: oh your so cute and tiny. lol

 MsMercie looks down at tiny khar

Kharne slowly looks down to MsMercie's shoes, and swallows hard.

MsMercie: lol They're as tall as you!

Kharne: Y-yes... I see that.

MsMercie raises her shoe against kharne to judge his size.

MsMercie: you want to see the bottoms? They are nice and red

MsMercie raises her shoe to show kharne the soles of her heels.

Kharne looks nervously, shivering slightly as MsMercie's shoe is held up to him. "Um... s-sure?"

MsMercie: lol. Don't be scared.

MsMercie takes the heels and rubs the top of karnes tiny head

MsMercie: what are you afraid Im going to crush you?

Kharne let's out a tiny yelp, squirming in place as the heel rubs his head. "U-um... maybe?"

MsMercie: lol

MsMercies lightly presses on karnes tiny little head.

MsMercie: haha. I just might, your like a tiny little rat.

Kharne squeaks, bending over as the heel presses down on him.

 MsMercie: Don't run little karne

MsMercie pushes down a little harder.

MsMercie: you don't want me to squish you too soon.

Kharne crouches down as MsMercie's heel continues to press down on him.

MsMercie rubs tiny kharnes back with the sole of her heel.

MsMercie: are you scared to be under my shoe?

MsMercie laughs

MsMercie: you are! I would be too if I was so tiny and helpless

Kharne lowers himself to the floor as the heel rubs on him, laying on his back and looking up at MsMercie. "Y-yes?"

MsMercie: lol. you probably should be. you remind me of a nasty little rat and I don't like rats.

MsMercie: lol,but your so cute too!

Kharne lets out a scared little squeak.

MsMercie: Awww, how cute. It's scared. A scared little kharne

MsMercie takes the spike of her stiletto and puts it right in kharnes' scared little face

MsMercie: I could put this through your skull

Kharne stares at the tip of MsMercie's heel hovering over his face, eyes going wide. He starts to shiver.

MsMercie: lol

MsMercie takes her heel and places it right above where kharnes tiny little cock should be

MsMercie: or I could take care of this tiny little thing between your legs

Kharne squirms helplessly on the ground beneath MsMercie. Eye's fixed on her massive foot.

MsMercie: Ooooo

MsMercie smiles at the scared little kharne squirming under her heel.

MsMercie presses down on where kharnes cock should be

MsMercie nudges just a little harder

Kharne starts to squirm more frantically. groaning in pain as MsMercie's heel begins to press down on him.

MsMercie: lol. I could end it all right here. its not like your using that tiny thing anyways

MsMercie places the rest of the sole of her heel on kharnes torso, with his head at her toe.

MsMercie: Or I could just flatten you now like a pancake

Kharne (kharne.akami) begins to struggle beneath MsMercie's foot. Gasping as air is pressed from his lungs.

MsMercie presses down on kharne firmly.

MsMercie feels the struggling little rat under her shoe, She let up a little bit.

MsMercie: HAHAHA

Kharne (kharne.akami) moans in pain, choking as he struggles to breath.

MsMercie switches to her other foot.

MsMercie nudges kharne.

MsMercie: roll over

Kharne (kharne.akami) lets out a terrified squeak as he's rolled onto his stomach.

MsMercie takes her spiked stiletto to the small of kharnes back and press down firmly.

MsMercie: I could skewer you

MsMercie: but I dont want to get guts all over my new heels

Kharne (kharne.akami) cries out in pain, squirming helplessly as the heel presses into him.

MsMercie: oh I like the way you squirm

MsMercie: so helpless

MsMercie takes the spike heel and pulls kharnes shirt up to where his skin is exposed

MsMercie drags the spike down kharnes back starting from his neck

MsMercie pokes kharne in the ass.

MsMercie: I could sodomize you with this too. your so tiny and helpless. there is nothing you could do to stop me

Kharne (kharne.akami) cries out as MsMercie's heel is painfully dragged across his back, struggling as he tries to squirm away.

MsMercie: I don't know why your trying to get away

MsMercie: you cant get away from me

MsMercie presses down on kharnes back with her sole

Kharne (kharne.akami) yelps as he's pinned beneath MsMercie's foot.

MsMercie: gently shoves kharnes head down with the toe of her shoe

MsMercie: kiss the ground I walk on rat

Kharne (kharne.akami) makes a muffled sound as he slowly starts to kiss the floor.

MsMercie: that's right

MsMercie: you worship the ground I walk on, don't you?

Kharne (kharne.akami): /continues to kiss the ground, pausing for a moment to say. "Y-yes...?"

MsMercie: good.

MsMercie: but I don't think its going to save you

MsMercie: lol

MsMercie: is there anything else you have to say for yourself before I end your lowly existence ?

Kharne (kharne.akami): U-u-um... p...please don't?

MsMercie: lol

MsMercie pulls her heel up and puts the base of her shoe at kharnes side.

MsMercie: awwww

MsMercie: its begging for its life

MsMercie: how cute

MsMercie kicks kharne across the room

MsMercie: HAHAHAHA

Kharne (kharne.akami) screams as he's kicked, landing on his back with a small thud.

MsMercie walks across the room and bends down to get a closer look at kharne.

MsMercie: awww. I think it really is scared.

Kharne (kharne.akami) lays on his back, breathing heavily. He looks up at MsMercie, a look of terror on his face.

MsMercie smiles as she pokes kharne with her finger.

MsMercie: ewww your squishy too

Kharne (kharne.akami) lets out a tiny squeak as he's poked.

MsMercie: your going to get guts everywhere!

MsMercie stands back up and raises her foot high above kharne , bringing her knees up to her chest

MsMercie: say your prayers kharne.

Kharne (kharne.akami) squirms helplessly as he stares up at the foot looming  over his tiny body.

MsMercie: lol

MsMercie violently brings her heels down in one swift motion....

MsMercie stopping only centimeters above kharnes tiny little body

MsMercie: HAHAHAHA

Kharne (kharne.akami) screams as the heel almost crushes him.

MsMercie: lick it!

MsMercie: lick the bottom of My shoe!

Kharne (kharne.akami) slowly lifts his head up, Tiny body Shaking as he begins to carefully lick at MsMercie's sole.

MsMercie: awwww

MsMercie: If I didn't know better I would think you wanted out of this

Kharne (kharne.akami) continues to lick MsMercie's sole as he carefully moves his head to look up at her.

MsMercie presses down on kharnes tiny little head

MsMercie: what? I can't hear you

Kharne (kharne.akami) makes a muffled sound as MsMercie's foot presses down on his head, his tiny body squirming and failing from beneath her foot.

MsMercie: are you going to beg to keep your tiny little life?

MsMercie: I can't hear you!

MsMercie: lol

MsMercie laughs at the muffles little noises coming from under her devine foot

Kharne (kharne.akami) continues to struggle and squirm, the muffled sounds becoming louder and more panicked.

MsMercie snickers

MsMercie lifts the shoe ever so slightly

MsMercie: What was that little rat

Kharne (kharne.akami) breaths out a sigh of relief as MsMercie lifts her foot.

MsMercie peddles the sole of her shoe against kharne

MsMercie: I cant here you.

MsMercie: is there something you have to say?

Kharne (kharne.akami) gasp and chokes as MsMercie presses down on him, forcing the air form his lungs. "N-n-n-no?"

MsMercie: I didn't think so

MsMercie: Squish down hard on kharne

MsMercie: well if you have nothing to say...

Kharne (kharne.akami) makes a strange choking sound as MsMercie's foot presses down on him, tiny body struggling frantically as his torso compresses and he struggles to breath.

MsMercie shifts all her weight onto her right foot, crushing down hard on him

Kharne (kharne.akami) begins to struggle even more frantically, eventually there's a small, sharp gasp and a small crunching sound as his ribs collapse beneath MsMercie's foot.

MsMercie lets all of her weight on kharne, feeling the bones crack and pop under the force.

MsMercie see the blood begin to flow from under her sole.

MsMercie: damn.

Kharne (kharne.akami) lets his head fall back, body going limp beneath MsMercie's foot.

MsMercie: I bet hes stuck on my shoe like glue

MsMercie: Lifts her foot and can feel the stickiness of the tiny little body that used to be kharne

MsMercie: LOL

MsMercie: gross

MsMercie: poor kharne

MsMercie: he didn't stand a chance

Human Vase

Although I do agree with the sentiment...

I beg to differ! 

I've been toying around with the idea of having a FemDom gathering complete with wine, finger sandwiches, a sissy servant a long with some human furniture. Seeing this meme gave Me an idea for some decor to complete the gala... human vases! 

A butt plug outfitted with a bouquet of flowers placed in the anuses of bent over slaves. How quaint would that be?

Footslaves...

One thing a lot of so called foot slaves do, is offer to pay for pedicures. Although it is a sweet gesture I prefer not. For one this is the sneaky little bastards way of trying to get all the perks of being a foot slave with none of the work. See, what they think is, "I pay for a pedicure, I get to do foot worship."

Um- No.

I want My foot slaves working. I have plenty for them to do to earn earn that worship.

Firstly, shoes and stockings.

 My foot slaves can come and organize My shoe collection and clean and polish those shoes that need  it. Any shoes needing repair are to be taken to the shoe repair shop by the slave and picked up before I need them.

My stockings are to be hand washed in lingerie soap and air dried. I prefer them laid flat. Any stockings that are ruined are not to be washed, but vacuum packed to be sold. Also an inventory is made of all My stockings according to color and style. If a pair is ruined an order will need to be placed for another pair. There is nothing more aggravating than not having the stockings I want for a particular outfit.

If this is done to My standards, I may allow then My slave to lie on its back while I dangle My feet just a few inches from its face. it may not touch My feet at all, although if I'm feeling rather generous I may smother it with My souls.

If slave has earned the right I may then teach it the proper way to perform a pedicure. I have all the products I enjoy stocked at home.

Nail clippers
Pumice
Foot scrub
Foot bath/soak
Cuticle remover gel
Cuticle clippers & pusher
Pro Grater Foot File
Foot Spa (I have a Brookstone Heated Aqua Massager)
Polish (I have the gel system with uv light)
Lotion
Foot masque
Towel to be heated
Hot Rocks
Bottle of Wine

I teach My foot slaves the proper pedicure techniques that I enjoy, right down to a full calf massage using hot rocks. There are many video tutorials on you tube you can require a slave to watch which will take some burden off of you having to explain everything. Also I have My slaves practice applying polish several times a week on itself at home. it applies polish and sends Me photos of its work. Assigned homework.

When a foot slave proves its self sufficient at basic pedicure and massage techniques, I like to challenge them by requiring them to learn about reflexology.

I also teach My slaves proper cleaning techniques of all My tools. Everything should be properly cleaned and cared for so bacteria does not develop and cause a nasty infection. Click here for more information.

As far as I am concerned, this in itself is a reward for a foot slave. Getting to touch and pamper My lovely feet. If a foot slave shows improvement in its skills, I may begin rewarding with allowing it to kiss the soles of My feet. The really good slave that masters its skills may be given even greater rewards, such as taking ruined stockings home with it, or even getting to pick out nail colour for Me. How Lucky!

This is how it should be done!

It is so much nicer to have a pedicure performed in the comfort of your own home (or dungeon) where you can relax with entertainment of your own choosing. Music, movies or books. Also this way you know all your products are clean and the chance of catching a strangers foot fungus is impossible. Above all else, this time allows you and your slave a chance to bond and makes the salves existence more meaningful.

Tributes are not payments.

Tributes are not payments

Some slaves show their devotion through the painful rigors of physical punishment. In the world of financial domination a slave shows his devotion through tributes.

Tributes are NOT payments. A tribute is a gift, a testimonial, compliment or the like given in acknowledgement of gratitude and esteem. you are not buying a product. you are not buying a service. 

I do not have prices. 

you are giving to Me because I am. you are giving to me because you get intense satisfaction out of pleasing ME. you are giving to Me because you acknowledge MY superiority as a Dominant Woman and you want ME to live a life of luxury and easy. Again, you are not purchasing anything. My time and My attention is not for sale. 

It should be reward enough to express your adoration for My beauty and power through financial gifts, yet occasionally I will bestow "rewards" on My paypets who have contributed to My life. Those who have shown their humble respect to Me as the Woman I am and have made the sincere effort to indulge My every desire. Those rewards are what I choose for you. They can't be bought. Otherwise I would be selling you a product. I would be doing you a service and I am not here to serve you. you are here to serve Me. 

Its easy to get My screen name but damn near impossible to get My attention. I appreciate and am always flattered by tributes in any amount, although BIGGER IS ALWAYS better. you will be happier with yourself for doing all that you can to make Me happy and I am more likely to notice your efforts. 

If you at to start getting noticed by Me you can shop My Amazon Wishlist  or send Me an Amazon gift card via XXXpertease@yahoo.com  

Happy Tributing!

 -Ms. Mercie

lol

Found this and the comment on Pinterest... Clearly this person has no idea what they are looking at. It was good for a small chuckle.

On another note....

I've been out of communication for a while. I've been working on short stories for My website and such. Also doing what I can to make it exactly what I want! I won't settle for less. I do EVERYTHING on My own with little help or input from others. Photos, stories etc... Mine. Every now and then something an admirer has written for Me. Those are always so sweet!

Go ahead- take a look around...  XXXpertease.com 

And visit often to see what else I might add.

So you want to serve Me

So you want to serve Me?

That's wonderful!

I get several messages a day on different sites from potential subs all telling Me how beautiful and powerful I am and how much they would just love to serve a Goddess like Me. BUT they can't afford Me, or are to far away to serve in RL, yadda yadda yadda...

Excuses.

Well what is service?

Anything that helps Me. It's not play. Your not serving Me when you stick ice cubes up your ass on Skype. Sure its funny and gives Me some entertainment. Hell, I might even get off on it but I can get anyone to do that! So its not really service.

What I want, and what you should want too, is to bring some ease into My life. One way you can do that is by tributes of gifts or money. I'm not suggesting financial domination here. Its not an obligation. It makes it easier on Me when someone chooses a gift from My wishlist. Its shopping I don't have to do and generally its something I plan on using for a photo shoot or just makes Me happy. Monetary tributes I can use to pay for My website site and advertising to further My business adventures. 

Money isn't the only way either My dear! I love art. If you fancy yourself an artist, draw or paint Me something. My walls are filled with art from local artist and adoring fans. I even have a collection of taxidermy! I love it when people use their imagination to impress Me. I also enjoy poetry. I wouldn't mind having a few original fantasy stories written by you to add to My site either. 

Be original and get My attention. I always reward very well.

RIP Wild Cherry

aka Frieda LaBreche

If you know Me, you know My love for burlesque. 

Cherry was a burlesque dancer who played Bourbon Street beginning in the late 1950s. I never got to see her perform a strip tease, but I did get to see her comedy act with Bustout Burlesque a few times. I even had the honor of meeting her, chatting and getting an autographed picture. She was something else. You could tell she loved what she did and was so happy to meet her fans. 

This brings a tear to My eyes. The world truly has lost a strong, fierce woman.

Read More About Wild Cherry Here

Open Session

I've had a last minute cancellation for My Friday 2pm session. In call only. Conatact Me for details.

MadamVile@gmail.com

I'm too expensive you say?

So I recently got an email saying the items in My boutique are over priced.

Well then, don't buy anything. I have no intention of budging on My prices. I do see many girls out there selling their items for much less than I. But also their items are of lesser quality than Mine. you won't be receiving legs avenue stockings when you buy from Me. I am a SIL and Wolford addict. Nor will there be any cover girl lipstick or wet&wild. My skin is prone to hives from cheap makeup. My thongs cost Me $20 a pop and considering they've been marinated in the essence that is Me makes them worth much more. My stripper heels generally cost much more than $150. I HAVE TO HAVE THE BEST!

And yes - I have EVERY intention of making a profit off of My used items.

I am a business woman at heart and there is no way I will settle on taking less than what I paid for My things brand new. Shipping and handling are always included in the price. Not to mention the time it takes out of My days of leisure to go to the ups store to send these items off. I don't mind doing it, but I am taking a break from My hobbies to do something for you. Feel privileged I even allow you the opportunity to purchase My things. I take your money and then invest it into My ever growing business. I buy more lipstick and stockings to sell back to you and other perverts. I pay for My web hosting and advertising with your money. I buy copyrights and LLC's. I buy camera equipment to take more pictures for you to buy. your money isn't used to pay My private bills or buy Me food. Its being reinvested in Me to grow a legitimate adult entertain business staring Myself.

Me showing off a new red colour from Smashbox. <3 br="">

What happens when you lie to Me.

He stumbled behind Me. I looked back just in time to see him grab the railing on the stairs.

"Keep your eyes on the steps fool. That is what happens when you watch My ass instead of where your going," I scowled.

"Yes, Ms." he said as he turned his focus on the narrow staircase.

It was dark. Only a small strip of rope lighting made the drop on the stairs visible. I was having a difficult time Myself maneuvering them in the eight inch stilettos I wore. Why on earth they had decided to paint them black was beyond me. I could see a lawsuit waiting to happen.

We reached the third floor and I led him to My favorite room, the one in the back with the vintage french couch and pool table. It had a huge mirror on one wall angled at just the right degree to get a beautiful view of Myself as I worked.

Brian was there. Our house bitch. He stood on his ladder pulling at an eye screw I had asked him to install earlier. Everything had to be discrete. This wasn't a dungeon after all. It was conveniently placed in an area that if a fern or something was hung from it no one would be the wiser. Brian lifted himself off of his ladder letting his full weight hang, testing the strength of the hold.

"I think it will hold," he said with satisfaction. I had never seen a gay man be so proud of himself for putting up a screw. "Do you want me to get your suitcase from your locker?"

"Yes, and could you get Mindy to bring up a bottle of champagne. Dom. Not that cheap stuff she brought last time."

" I don't think I brought enough cash to cove-"

"You will put it on your card then," I cut the fool off.

"Ok then," Brian headed toward the door. "I will get your suitcase Ms. and send Mindy up with a tray. One or two glasses this time?"

" Oh I think the fool here will only be drinking My champagne, so just one."

Brian left and I turned My attention to the fool, who had ,foolishly taken a seat on the couch. "Did I tell you to sit?"

"No Ms."

"I didn't think so. Off of my couch with your filthy ass." Promptly he dropped to the floor. "What did you bring Me today?"

The fool opened his jacket and pulled out a large, thick manila envelope and placed it on the coffee table in front of Me. I picked it up and opened it to find four new packs of My favorite stockings, and a thousand dollars cash. Perfect.

"you did bring an additional three hundred for the room, right? I'm not paying them with My gifts."

"Yes, Ma'am. I learned my lesson from last time. I brought an extra five hundred. I had to miss a car payment. They might repossess it if I don't make a payment soon."

"What have I told you about referring to yourself as 'I' and 'me,' hum?"

"Not to, Ma'am. This fool is truly foolish."

"Yes, I know." I took his chin in my hand a pulled his gaze to me. "you really need to get rid of that car anyhow. Sell it, and buy something around two grand. The rest of the money you get from the sell, I want."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Did you bring stockings for yourself to wear today," I asked.

"No Ma'am. I...I..." he stumbled "this fool left them in the car and this fools wife found them. This fool is in such a bad way, Ma'am."

"See. This is why you are a fool. Only fools do stupid stuff like leaving stockings where their wives can find them. I have an old pair in My case you can wear."

The fool nodded. "Thank you, Ma'am."

There was soft knocking on the door. It was Mindy. The door cracked open and I could see her peeping through.

"HIIIIII," her girlish greeting. Her little warning that she was about to swing the door wide open for any one passing to see the debauchery that could be going on at any time. She came in carrying her tray, heavy for her small frame. She always seemed to manage though. Plopping down the wine bucket and My glass she looked at the fool and asked,"oh, your on the bandwagon,huh?"

The fool didn't answer and stared at the floor.

"Yeah, the foolish prick gets stupid and starts thinking I would actually want a relationship," I laughed.

"O.k. then. The room for the hour is three hundred and bottle service is an additional three," Mindy stated as she held out her hand. "Cash or credit?"

"He will be paying with credit and tipping you with cash. Cough it up, fool," I demanded.

He reached into his back pocket and fumbled for his wallet. Pulled out his visa and a wad of hundred dollar bills.

The fool thought I didn't see them .

"Uh huh, you trying to be a cheap bastard again aren't you," I snatched the money out of his hand. Began counting. One, two, three....

There was eight hundred.

"Now tell Me, am I losing My mind or did I hear you say you only brought five hundred, fool?"

"Yes Ma'am. This fool lied."

I smacked him hard in the stomach. "What did I tell you about lying to Me?"

"There would be consequences, Ma'am."

"Yeah. And your going to pay big time you foolish idiot," I changed My tone. No longer was I understanding and will to be generous. "Mindy, go ahead a ring everything up on his card. This fool here wants you to get an additional grand in funny money too."

Mindy looked a bit shocked. She was rather vanilla and new to the adult industry as well. She looked at the fool to see if this was going to be okay with him. He nodded.

"O.k then. I shall return." She took the card and skipped out of the room. Always so damned perky.

As she left, brian returned with My case. It wasn't very big and only carried a few of My essential BDSM toys. A collar and leash. A few floggers. Blindfolds. Of course a chain I would have brian attach to the hook he had just installed for Me. He set to work.

I dug through My case and found a pair of old pantyhose I had stashed in there for just this type of occasion. They were nude in colour and stretched out. The feet wear stained slightly black from the pig suede that lined My heels. Brian left and I tosses the stockings at the fool.

"Undress and put these on."

He took off his jacket and began to undo his clothing. He was not unattractive. Mid thirties. Medium build. It was obvious he kept up with his appearance mostly for his job. Always wore a suit. I didn't know too much about him except he worked for one of the oil refineries. Corporate work. I really didn't care as long as he gave Me what I wanted.

He slipped on My pantyhose. They were tight and a smashed his semi hard cock into an odd shape against his body. I couldn't help but laugh.

"They're too small," the fool  said.

"Well next time don't leave them in your car for anyone to find. Besides you could have bought something on your way in. So My dirty laundry will just have to do. Face the corner."

He turned and faced the corner where brian had attached a chain to the eye hook . I pushed the fool there and took a spreader bar from My case. I cuffed both wrist to the bar and hooked it to the hanging chain.

Now there the fool was, naked in nothing but My stockings. Completely vulnerable.

I took a sip of My champagne.

"I could do a lot to you right now. I could kick you in you pathetic excuse for a cock. I could spank you."

I pulled out My tawse and placed it out on the pool table. It was his favorite weapon I used on him. His cock stiffened at the sight of it. I knew he loved impact play and that of course was why he came to Me. I pulled out the blindfold I liked to use in these scenarios. Just as I placed it on the pool table I heard the light knocking and the door crack again.

"HIIII," came Mindys' sweet little warning and the door flung open. She stepped in and immediately spotted fool, bound and naked. "Oh, wow! You must have gotten yourself into some trouble," she giggled nervously.

"Oh yes. He sure did." I took another sip of champagne. "Tell Me, Mindy. You like to play pool?"

I saw the fool take a deep breath and bow his head before he let out a sigh of disappointment. He knew he was being truly punished. This wasn't going to be his usual little session he came for.

"Sure, I love to play," she clapped her hands. "I've got his funny money."

"My funny money now," I said as I started placing the billiards on the table. "Mindy My dear, were going to half this cash and the funny money. Then were going to play each other for just the funny money. Deal?"

"What about him," she pointed at the fool.

"He's a fool. He lied to Me so he gets nothing," I picked up the blindfold and walked over to him."He doesn't even get to watch us have a good time gambling his money away."