Forced Intoxication; Retrospective Amsterdam Edition

The past month has offered too many intoxicating situations, forced or un, to spawn it's own blog.  After My rather long hiatus and of course, the summer solstice, I feel I must return to the blogging world with one of My most enjoyed Forced Intoxication games.

I have a sub who frequents Amsterdam to indulge his penchant for photography......or maybe it's just a cover to visit Me ;)  Amsterdam may be one of the best cities for forced intoxication in the world.

Having been years since he's dabbled in THC products or psychedelics, we stuck to drink in his case and mainly tea and other "herbal remedies" in mine, screening many bars, cafes, and coffeeshops in the touristic center and developing our own drinking game based on the music I've always found overplayed in bars, coffeeshops, etc.

I feel I can share these rules with My readers and they will be relevant to many places, and definitely My Dutch friends and/or those directly involved!  Enjoy!

Note:  I copied this from elsewhere, but AM actually the original author, so please, don't accuse Me of stealing ideas!



DIRE STRAITS MUSIC-BASED BAR CRAWL GAME


Dire Straits-blandest music ever.  Drink your drink and leave without ordering another.

Hotel Fucking California by The Fucking Eagles-chug and run.  Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

Coldplay-Cringe internally and judge bar based on next song

Nickelback-See HOTEL CALIFORNIA

System of a Down-So irrelevant they no longer matter

Macarena-Start singing “DHOOM MACHALE!" very loudly and wish you knew all the words

David Bowie-Stay and order more

NIN-fuck the DJ 

Iggy Pop-If it’s on or before Lust for Life, apply Bowie rule

Brian Eno-Get on your knees and pray to him!

Velvet Underground-order more and pretend to be Lou Reed using any object available and any available interpretation of that.

Jerry Lee Lewis-grab a tit, marry me again-SHOT LIST

Elevator music-heel spin and turn, WALK THE FUCK AWAY 

RuPaul-Drag out, fagout, lipsync and worship her

James Brown-If heard from outside enter bar.  If already there, stay.

Encountering Pikey Clientele- GO…..before you go directly to jail 

Meeting Orange Women (fake-bake bitches from the US or UK, both equally pointless)-Let out your inner QUEEN BITCH and let your fagulous nature tear her apart with drunken wit

Buena Vista Social Club-it’s Amsterdam.  Of course the cool, toothless old Cubans are singing 

Gegen Die Wand (any character)-Don’t piss off Cahit, he will fuck you up

Riders on the Storm-Scream, “Willie Bobo!"

Willie Bobo-Scream “Willie Bobo!" 

Bob Marley-Let next song redeem or deter 

Manu Chao-Keep me from smoking weed in the bar….if this applies to said bar ;) 

CockRock (AC/DC, Iron Maiden, and other CRAP)-See NICKELBACK 

Eric Clapton-finish drink and leave unless it’s LAYLA (especially unplugged).  Belt that at the top of your lungs.  While waiting to leave make out or jerk someone off for amusement. 

Led Zeppelin-SEE DAVID BOWIE 

Tiziano Ferro-SEE BOWIE RULE and then dance like a decapitated Backstreet Boy 

OLD Santana-order another

NEW Santana-slit your wristsRingo-SEE NICKELBACK

Smells Like Teen Spirit-Roll eyes, order more

The Gotan Project-DEFINITELY order more

Frank Sinatra-SEE NICKELBACK

Newer Red Hot Chilli Peppers-SEE DIRE STRAITS
Swedish Pop (any)-Sing along and apply for asylum

Alanis Morissette-SEE DIRE STRAITS

Queen-Reconquer Persian empire 1 drink at a time

Donnie Darko Soundtrack (anything)-Sing along and apply Bowie rule

Oasis-Feel someone up and wait for next song

Pearl Jam-See COLDPLAY

Bruce Springsteen-SEE HOTEL CALIFORNIA

Lenny Kravitz-SEE HOTEL CALIFORNIA


REDEEMER BANDS/SONGS:  Led Zeppelin, Gnarles Barkley, NIN, Local H (as if), Hole, Tom Waits, Jerry Lee Lewis_______________INSERT YOUR FAVORITES HERE, DON’T LET ME GO ON

DO A SHOT LIST:  Tom Waits, Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse, Hole, Bob Dylan, Andre Hazes, Stealers Wheel, The Doors, Johnny Cash, “Venus in Furs"-song only

A leave a bar song can be redeemed only by a redeemer or hot DJ/bartender.  Rules are still being updated but for now we have this worked out and Molly Malone’s was a surprisingly good place to start it and end up.  When switching bars one must switch to a bar in the same area (more or less).
DRINK UP, HAVE FUN, AND IF YOU PLAY IT RIGHT YOU’LL BE LIKE My companion….comatose and shitty after his flirtation with dodgy shoarma.  
I’m a picky snob and always get it wrong anyway :)

Face to Face With the Volcano God; 3rd World Luxury Embodied

I speak of so many things on My blog, but not yet travel, which is definitely the 1 thing I CANNOT live without.  Some girls have their shoes, others, their beauty process, others their perfect homes, but I have My travel.  My highest-ranking subs understand this and contribute when required.

Travel I do, as much as possible, everywhere, staying extended times in some places.  For the most part, I've traveled Europe; parts of the UK, Ireland (as an infant-would LOOOOOVVVEEE to go back and experience the countryside I still see in My dreams), mainly Western Europe with forays to the South.  

I've lived for extensive periods of time in Italy, literally half My life and mostly in the North or Rome.  In fact, Rome is My spiritual home.  London, Oslo, Istanbul, a suburb of Izmit too small to name, New Orleans,  Antigua (Guatemala), Zurich, and MANY other cities are no strangers to Me.  Amsterdam is My home when not in the US, Italy, or elsewhere in general.

I exist for tributes to be lavished upon Me in exchange for My superior guidance, knowledge, and dedication to those who are completely dedicated to Me.  Those who lavish tributes upon Me exist solely for that purpose; My happiness creates their happiness.  Despite this, I am not greedy, I simply desire what I require.

A few months ago, a devoted little ATM financed a trip to My beloved Guatemala; a veritable gem as yet un-raped by major tourism (of COURSE there are many tourists-just not on the scale one gets in Europe).  Stories of the while I spent there are numerous enough to fill a novella or multiple magazine articles, but I focus this writing on My last destination; Lake Atitlan.

All described it to Me as the gem of Guatemala, the national pride, a destination even MORE important than Tikal or any other Mayan ruin and warned Me of the magic spell it was bound to cast upon Me.  It did.

Directly surrounded by inactive volcanos and bordered by a mix of inactive and active volcanos, Lake Atitlan never has a dull moment.  1 of the main towns is an established stop on the "gringo trail" and many a lovely tourist town/settlement have sprung up around this 1000 foot deep natural attraction.

A perfect place to write, read, relax, and indulge in the various arts, whether self-created or not, the towns around Lake Atitlan are as inspiring as they are beautiful, and the culture is as rich as the most potent local chocolate or coffee.

I personally passed My time in a luxury apartment near San Marcos with the view/deck pictured, enjoying free reign over private boats, a quality kitchen to cook in, a staff to prepare both bbq grills and saunas for Me, and fresh local produce that blew My mind.

My deep bathtub boasted a view of the volcano to the front of Me, this roofdeck pictured here had the panoramic view, and the stars at night and views of erupting volcanos (particularly Fuego, near Guatemala City/Antigua) was breathtaking in a way I fail to describe.  

Near the boat dock on the property was a sauna I indulged in daily, and this lakeside destination offers the perfect mix of luxury and experience.

Nov-April are the best seasons I'm told! 

Now I dream of erupting volcanos at least once a week, and all the other natural beauty I encountered in Guatemala.  It feels like I've fallen in love with a new place!

Karaoke; Forced Intoxication or Humiliation?

Nights out with deserving ATMS are certainly one of My favorite things.  In each city I frequent there are at least a few devoted who make sure to take Me out and roll out the red carpet whenever I arrive.  In places I make more of a home, My locals make sure I get out when I feel like it without any harm coming to My own wallet.  


About 2 weeks ago I downed a LARGE Friday night cocktail of my favorite things; a night out with the pleasure of emptying 2 of My piggybanks, humiliating them by choosing the tunes they belted out during karaoke, singing Myself and laughing at it, vodka bottle service in our private music studio, and tormenting the one who passed out 1st as I drank them under the table and forced them to keep up......all in the company of a fellow Goddess who's not yet in the virtual world but brings men to their knees for 2000 miles in every direction.


The ATMs were started with proper gin & tonics, even allowed Bombay Sapphire, and We Goddesses ordered a bottle of blueberry Stolichnaya to mix with cranberry juice.  Our room was explained to us, and the minute our 1st drink was done, We had the boys order another for themselves and  had them sing John Denver songs....while they were sober enough to feel the true pain of that command.  


After 3 gin and tonics they were switched to well vodka and sprite.  I was considerably nicer than My last forced intoxication session, letting them at least have ice and mixers.  Our playlist moved to Abba, Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls, music that I generally LOATHE but LOVE to hear drunk boys sing.  


Between My fellow Goddess and I, We drank most of the bottle of Stoli.  We poured doubles to kill it off.  It was time.  The piggybanks were ready for "Bohemian Rhapsody."  For every verse they missed or messed up they had to do a shot of sambuca.....because we felt EXTREMELY cruel.....and We stopped every few times to let them have a water/bathroom break and ordered a little munchie food.....


Around the time of Our 2nd bottle of Stoli, when the ATMs were staggering around in a sambuca haze, we began singing Ourselves, amusing ourselves with the 90's grunge We are a LITTLE too young to have fully embraced the way We would've liked.  


The picture on top is what became of the weaker paypig when allowed to sit for awhile.  Since he passed out fully, the rest of us ganged up and shoved fries in his mouth; this picture was taken after he was passed out a full half hour.  It became fun to lay fries in his mouth in a sort of Jenga-like game where whoever made the fries fall out was subject to truth or dare.....and then more fries were stuffed in when the task was completed.  There weren't a fatal amount in his mouth, but certainly more than it appears in the picture.


Eventually he woke and We forced him to eat the soggy, cold, half-masticated fries.  The best part was when they got the bill.  4 hours=$500, terrible headaches, and hangovers in the making.  And in 1's case, a silly picture, ketchup stained shirt, and a taste of fries in his mouth for the next 24 hours.

Nazi Torture; When Punishment is Pleasure

Any Goddess worth her salt would be lying if She said She learned NOTHING from the Nazis, or other popular fascists/harsh dominant regimes.  Tonight's torture was purely DELICIOUS, and I've tried this with MANY recipes.  

With the house clean the way I expect of My houseboys and menservants and a need to use up some fridge stock before one of the grocery boys takes Me out tomorrow, I felt inspired.  It's been too long since I made a nice, vegetarian, red pasta sauce.  Something simple, the kind of thing I ate all the time in My super-thin days.

I chose a basic mushroom sauce, made with tomato pure'e I whipped up for some ragu a few weeks ago.  The tomatos were blended with fresh basil, PLENTY of garlic and gold onions, and various dried spices, including 1 dry peperoncino for a bit of kick.  To this I added:

another clove of crushed garlic 

1 small finely sliced onion, 

1 regular size green bell pepper sliced in strips, 

about 6-8 regular white mushrooms sliced, 

2 medium carrots diced

2 tsp extra virgin olive oil

1/2 stick butter

1 shot vodka

SPRINKLING (literally) of parmesan-romano blend grated

herbs

1 dry bay leaf

small handful fresh basil leaves

Cooked it all for about an hour, for 30 minutes on regular heat, covered, and then slowly reducing.

Of course this is fun because I like cooking, and of course I'm sharing a very simple recipe so My dear readers can smell the flavor at work in the room tonight.  This is NOTHING compared to when I make lamb shank soup, eggplant steak soup and Persian rice, Bolognese ragu, stuffed mushrooms, etc, hence I  share the basic recipe.

The fun of course, had much less to do with the exquisite meal and NONE of the cleanup awaiting me, than it did with the house staff.  I am not the sort who pretends to have a fully staffed house daily or even many weeks, but when I do, it is a privilege given to those who show utmost servitude.  When allowed to be in the presence of My cooking, it is a blessing upon their souls as well as tastebuds.

I made sure that any little piggies involved in service of the meal or My household today were starved for 36 hours prior.  They came to Me having only been allowed to drink water or indulge in chewing gum to sate their appetites.  I wanted them salivating while waiting on Myself and the company I chose to keep.  Each showed up with a tribute as usual, and without costuming or ceremony, proceeded to tend to the duties I'd set out for each one.  

The True Service of the devoted is unmatched with any other type of servitude.  An employee, even one contracted to work under you, does not devote themselves the way a natural born slave feels compelled to surrender.  The fact a slave pays Me is a mere trifle, a show of respect, and constant reminder of our bond of trust.  Their devotion to Me is how they show their gratitude for My presence in their lives.

As they cleaned and helped me chop my few components, I delighted in the knowledge no one wanted My hands to be sullied with the smells of ingredients I so love to blend.  The idea of having them salivate while they worked was a truly devious and brilliant one, and made them work all the harder, with THAT much more dedication and attention to detail.  And without My even asking, in typical Nazi victim style, they one by one confessed their recent sins to Me, all for the promise of a taste of what I was cooking; something I initially said I would never let them taste.

I took each confession in stride (let's not lie, I only had 4 subs present, and I don't have a mansion or indeed lodging that can even keep that many subs busy so often), individually, agreeing to consult with each one....FOR MY CONSULTATION FEE OF COURSE.  It was in fact, their privilege to pay it, tribute me, and be in My home.

I am also not cruel.  With everything left sparkling and ready for My day tomorrow, with sins confessed, due punishment and/or humiliation assigned, torture revelled in, and more displays of devotion, I allowed the starving to eat.  Out of 1 communal trough.  Like little piggies.     

Served on top of spaghetti with grated parmesan and fresh basil.

*I am noting that my webcam is NOT sufficient for food photos.  Apologies.

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Financial Domination-the Real Tale of a Queen's Drive to Help Her paypigs and Why you May Need it

The internet, amazing invention that it is, has opened every person with access to it up to a world of knowledge, falsehood, interest, and most of all, VICE.  That includes sins of the flesh as much as sins of the mind and wallet, and it grows more and more customary to mix all 3 now that we can break boundaries of time and space to converse with those we desire.  It's apparent to any one of us who glances upon a website geared towards financial domination.  


But why do we look?  Obviously our love for a mixture of information, vice, and immediate gratification, whether through service or Dominance, draws us to these places.......but why make the commitment?  Why give oneself wholeheartedly to a Mistress one meets in the virtual world, let alone the real one?  Or why Dominate in the first place?  Certainly those of us with access to these sites and time to spend on them has ample means to BE there in the FIRST PLACE, and thus is not truly needy?


As I grow and learn, I educate Myself as much as those who choose to follow Me or be in My Divine Service.  Dominating and submitting is a dance we do, and an art we grow in as these other sides of our True Selves becomes meshed with our personalities.  No one would DO these things if they didn't LIKE it, if it weren't part of the natural order we see in all walks of life.  Only in outright acknowledgement of these acts can Domination and submission be delivered from their social stigma.  Only in practice can one embrace the purity of these titles.  


I've known more than a few who were slaves to their mundane jobs and existences before ever meeting Me, lost before ever finding a path to anything labeled as servitude.  I've known even more that were a slave to their whims, thus impeding themselves when they should've been evolving.  SO very many don't just Need and Crave the direction of a Goddess, they can't exist without it.  SO very many end up in a financial hole just because they DON'T allow their money to be handled by one of Superior knowledge and strength.  Their weakness is knowing they have, and not knowing how to say no.


As no birth is without pain, Mine was not without trial.  I too have passed through the mundanity of daily mortal life and the burden of the traditional workforce, I KNOW the value of a hard earned dollar, and thus can do what some newborn Females can not; I can appreciate said dollar for what it's worth and see each contribution in the broader scope.


I have seen SO many of you ruin yourselves financially that one day it ceased to amuse Me as you gambled and sank your fortunes, reluctant to heed the advice of any Superior Females you were lucky enough to have in your life.  I can cite as many tales of so-called "men" and their wastefulness, when left to their own devices, as there are days in a decade.  I have also seen how providing for such Superior Females allows you to keep not only your finances, but your quality of life, if not improving it, thus, giving you back your dignity.


A prime example would be the dedicated few, who through numerous trials designed for them personally, earn a chance to travel in My presence, and be keeper of My things and procurer of My pleasures.  These lucky souls have virtually walked through fire for the privilege, as well as giving more than their fair share of tributes, and for these tokens of devotion, I am most caring with my guidance.  Whilst enjoying the luxuries provided to Me, those I deserve, My knowledge of the places I travel to actually saves money that a slave would otherwise spend foolishly.  I find the most appropriate accommodations, best means of transport, and hidden local gems; and depending WHERE I travel I can often provide translation.  By serving Me, they open themselves to broader horizons and new experiences they would not otherwise come by.


For as much delight as I take in My tributes and travel opportunities, I delight equally in the pleasure I gain from other's ABSOLUTE SERVITUDE and the knowledge that this servitude will in fact make them richer, more intelligent human beings.


Without this guidance they could easily squander fortunes on fleeting pleasures, fleshy indulgences, and things that only lead to sorrow and ultimate loneliness.  The favors and acknowledgement of a Deity you worship are not fleeting as caresses bought cheaply in the night.  The guidance of a Goddess keeps one from being led completely astray and blundering in their own stupidity and lack of direction.  For as many as I've seen benefit from My guidance, I've seen those who don't chose it blunder and fail.  Going through material items as quickly as food in a fridge or gas in a car, spending on something one day, only to find it unsatisfying the next, and unloading it for a third of its value etc.  The sums they lose themselves are VAST and can be easily cut in HALF by tributing Me, and heeding My advice and wisdom.  


This wisdom I have paid for, as people pay for their material possessions, this wisdom is the fruit of My international education, this wisdom is what makes the difference between functionality and ruin for Many of My followers.  You will rape your own wallet and ruin yourself before I ever will; and I am your only path to salvation from yourself and your own confusion.


How to begin charting your path in My Divine Service?  How to begin giving your money to a cause more Enriching than squander?  Send a Moneypack to pannaforgold@gmail.com.  Upon receipt of the Moneypack confirmation number and transfer of funds to My account I may begin acknowledging you.  The more you can afford to give, the more personal attention I can afford to spend on you.  My time is of great value and in this manner you receive it at a steal.


My wishlist is another smart way to tribute: http://amzn.com/w/266R2LO49LKS0

The Film Connoisseur: The Revenant (2009)

The Film Connoisseur: The Revenant (2009)