Everybody has weak spots. The art is finding them and then exploiting them without mercy. 😈

One of the losers in My digital prison? I call it Nothing. Because there’s no definition for the creature it is. Not a girl, not a boy, not even a decent dog. Not a diaper boy, not a sissy, not a real hypno freak, not a doormat. It’s got scraps of all of those, but when you look closer, you realize in essence… it’s actually “nothing”.

“Nothing” was desperate to give up full control.
Computer, phone, cam. ‘The more the better!’ it said.”

It practically begged for it. I didn’t even need effort; “it” was topping from the bottom so hard that I can still vividly recall it like it was yesterday. And since “its” “topping from the bottom” served My purpose, I’ve let “it“.

No Shame Left

It didn’t take long to see there was no shame left. A filthy little bedroom, 450 pounds of Jabba the Hutt nude flesh collapsing into a chair, glued to a computer. Sitting in “its” own piss and shit-soaked diaper. That’s “its” “life.”

At first, it was amusing. Shocking “it”with its collar, bleeding “it” for cash. Within the first thirty days I had “it” buried in a debt of 10M Lindens (roughly $40k in real money). That debt is frozen solid and “it” pays interest every two weeks, forever, unless “it” coughs up the full amount in one go. Which “it” probably won’t. So the leash stays tight: computer, phone, cam, collar, accounts? All Mine!

Discord – The Holy Grail

Of course, when I reached for the 2FA, “it” squirmed. Predictable. “It” wanted to “surrender,” but only on “its” own terms. “It” thought it could control the narrative. Apparently, “it” thought My website and profile are just wank fodder. And with 2FA, “it” imagined it could always keep control by unplugging a cam, reinstalling a PC, and swapping a phone. In “its” tiny brain rattling around inside that obese carcass,“it” believed it still could just unleash “itself” whenever “it” pleased. Let me answer you with a little song….

What “it” didn’t expect, was that I took full control of “its” ‘precious’ Discord (the holy grail). “Its” entire existence and history lives there: friends, “its” two roommates (one dude and its so-called “real-life goddess”). All of them mostly communicating through Discord, despite living under the same roof. And now? I own it. 2FA, My phone, My email, My backup codes. Its whole world is Mine. Check! ♛

Sniveling

When “it” realized I’d taken “its” 2FA, “it” started sniveling: “I wasn’t ready for that… not cool.” “It” sulked into the camera with that sour little face while I laughed My ass off on the other end.

Who do you think you are, Jabba? I’m explicit and brutally honest. I never lied on My website or profile. I am real. I am pure. I am in total control: always. Even when you think you’re playing Me, I’m ten chess moves ahead. 🧠

Darling, you’ve been a manipulating bitch all your sad life. You’ve been babied (and still are) by your parents while you are over 40. You probably lived under their roof far into your thirties and you are still just a big, immature, spoiled bitch who never faced any consequence for your actions. So it’s time you are growing up, right Jabba?

Trust?

But then “it” started to whine that I “betrayed its trust.” Pardon Me? Let’s get something straight:
that’s a very creative interpretation of events.

When I met “it”, it had a supermarket job and gave Me more money than “it” does now. Under My wing “it” got a better job: PC support, work-from-home, decent salary. But fast forward, “it” somehow has less money now?

Just because I didn’t say everything, doesn’t mean I don’t see everything. I have full access and admin control to its phone, its PC, its Discord, its email. And I monitor and record “it” via cam 24/7.

“I watch “it” spend the day vaping, inhaling, drinking and eating whatever junk, alcohol or drugs “it” wants, booking hotels for a furry convention, and the chef’s kiss: paying the entire rent while it has two roommates.”

🤭 Because, of course, buying people is the only social skill this creature has left. And those two? Just as pathetic. They rot in their rooms all day; no one cleans; they grouse on Discord about whose turn it is to clean the toilet or kitchen while never setting one foot in the same room together. It’s beyond surreal.

The Punchline

Meanwhile I can literally read every private exchange, just because Jabba gave Me the keys. That’s the punchline.

How selfish do you have to be to throw your roommates’ privacy under the bus for your own thrills and then shriek that “I broke your trust”??? Bitch, pulease.

You thought you could manipulate Me? Think again. I see straight through your kindergarten-level games.

I wonder how much your roommates would “trust” you if they knew.

So yes… boehoe and too fucking bad. I take what I want. And starting in October, you’ll be paying Me weekly what you currently cough up every two weeks. Why? Because I can… and because I deserve it, it’s Mine. You’d only waste it on compulsive self-gratification, binge eating, store-bought “friendships,” and your own cheap dopamine hits.

You owe Me, you have a debt of $40k and you agreed to the terms, and you marched yourself into My custody with a full and functional brain. You know exactly where you are.

And since you’re suddenly pretending to care about “boundaries,” let Me remind you of the arithmetic you conveniently ignore:

• Control isn’t a checkbox you tick only where it flatters you.
• You don’t get to cherry-pick surrender.
• If you can unplug a cam, reimage a PC, swap a phone, then I neutralize the weak point you were banking on.

That’s not betrayal; that’s mastery. You wanted the fantasy without the consequences. I am the consequences.

You loved it when the leash felt like a hug.
You loved it when obedience looked like devotion.
You loved it right up until the moment devotion cost you something you thought you could keep.

That’s when you squealed “not cool.” Correction: it’s very cool. It’s ice-cold, in fact. And it’s Mine.

Structure for Simple Minds

Here’s your schedule, since structure helps simple minds:

• Interest on the frozen debt hits every two weeks. No exceptions.
• Weekly tribute begins October. Same figure you used to pay bi-weekly.
• I retain full 24/7 access and audit rights: computer, phone, cam, Discord, shock collar, accounts. I keep the 2FA, the recovery, the backup codes, the lot.

If you want to rewrite your little narrative, go write some fanfic and suck it up, buttercup. In My world, control is not negotiated after the fact because “your feelings” got the hiccups. You stood at the door, begged to be let in, and pressed the pen into My hand. Now you’re in the contract you signed… body, bandwidth, and bank account. Deal with it.

And if you’re still wondering what your leverage is…
Darling, you never had any.

Goddess Tatjana & Goddess Olivia
The Fatal Twins – Double Trouble, if you can afford it. 💋

P.S. for the lurkers.. If you are curious who Jabba is.. See the previous post I Always Watch 😂😂😂