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)

A Foray Into Forced Intoxication

The stocking of My Own minibar must've inspired me to watch a slave get drunk; and on any given night, this is not hard to find. 

A drink fit for a Goddess is, of course, a matter of discerning taste, and I found a small amount of Absolut CherryKran mixed with a slightly larger part Hypnotiq turned the trick I needed for the evening.  Another I whipped up from this batch is the Absolut Orient Apple with raspberry lemonade; it literally tasted like fresh apple juice.

As I sipped My concoctions and relaxed with warm thoughts of the slave who stocked My bar with such treats, it occurred that drinking with some pathetic loser would be simply TOO easy.  What lonely, washed up, sexually frustrated, hollow shell of a man wouldn't want to bask in the company of a Gorgeous Female Superior?  Why should he enjoy the experience as I would, why should he walk away feeling that this company is something he could delight in on a regular basis?  No, he had to be made to Feel the results of the wreckage I wanted to inflict on his body from afar.

For each cocktail I downed as I ignored him over My webcam, the goal was to match Me, drink for drink.  The catch was, he was drinking Wolfschmidt vodka.  For all you non-connoisseurs out there, Wolfschmidt is some of the very WORST, plastic bottle,  rotgut "vodka" a person could possibly drink.  The only reason I know of its existence is because Divine Beings are omniscient.....

I'm not ALL cruel.  I allowed him to mix the vodka with pop and pour it over ice.....for the first 2 drinks.  He HAD to make those doubles.  Then he was made to keep up with Me as he let the ice melt and eventually was forced to drink the vodka mixed with warm pop.  Somewhere about the 5th drink his credit card details were in My delicate hands, and I was shopping for some necessities as he began to feel ill.  His punishment ended by drinking the vodka warm, straight, out of the plastic bottle, My very own gift of introducing him to his ultimate low before allowing him to pass out.

Of COURSE I allowed him to pass out; with only 1 glass of water to last him the night.  Not only did this allow Me to continue shopping, but it only enriched his punishment by marinating the cheap drink within his softest organs.  A 5 hour sleep was key-enough for him to pass out in a deep slumber, but NOT enough for him to replenish himself after a night like that, indeed not with only a single glass of water.  

He got the full benefit of that mid-college, "What have I done to my liver, what have I done to my wallet, what will I do now?", morning madness and had plenty of time to reflect on his poor judgement and pushover attitude while worshipping the only other Goddess I allow him to see; the porcelain one.  Each retch brought forth a new bile-tinged flavor, each heave of the gut racked him with pain and regret.  And then he opened his inbox and viewed the carnage I'd caused with his credit card.  $100 here, $50 there, $275 there, $27.99 there.......the little needs add up and the most delightful moment is when they realize in their pain, intoxication, sickness and misery, that their wallet has been raped and they're now a few hundred (or thousand) in the hole; and they'll NEVER even SEE let alone be NEAR My hole, or indeed any of worth.

But as with all atms, My spending is what gives them their very worth, and that horrible, delicious feeling of waking up to small tastes of ruin is what they crave, need, want, what makes them feel alive and validates their existences.  Their money buys My acknowledgement, and through THIS they learn what it's like to feel a sense of purpose.

Of course you can't wait to be brought to the brink of ruin by wiser hands than yours.  Our communication begins with you sending a MoneyPack confirmation number to pannaforgold@gmail.com.  Upon receipt of the confirmation number and transfer of funds into My account, our conversation may begin, if the amount is deemed suitable.  

Your happiness depends on how happy you make Me.  It's time to grasp your opportunity to truly serve, in hopes of invoking the favor of a Goddess.

32 Lashes

Imagine a lash like a the kiss of a Goddess and then ask yourself, "Who is it who gets this kiss?"  Certainly no one deserves it, and EVERYONE desires it.  What must one do to even feel the glimmer of a Fantasy about the very TASTE of a lash?  How did those lucky few Earn the right to be in My Divine Presence?  To have what they need, crave, cannot live without at the hands of a Goddess as benevolent as She as cruel, as generous as Her own demands, as thoughtful as She is cold; a Goddess who's Divinity is in fact palpable?


They give themselves over to Me.  Completely.  Mind, body soul.  ALL of it.  Wallet.  Bank account.  The important things.  The intangible is of utmost value, the value that feeds our spirits and is the value that makes our relationships as utterly rich as they are.  But, of course, to be worshipped and of meaning to you, a Goddess is made flesh.  A flesh and blood Goddess has needs the intangible form does not, and meeting these needs are the utmost form of worship; just as offerings at an altar adorned with scents and light be were I intangible.  As a Goddess I am aloft on a Divine pillar, and always will be, in any form, at any rate because I have MYSELF and this is what you NEED and CRAVE; but being close to Me in ANY respect comes from the support of these very pillars in the material world.


I relate the story of the hour, a tale of a piggybank who saved his piggy-points into a little bundle of a fantastic reward.


It was his birthday, and due to his faithful service and acceptance of the UTTER Financial Domination we both know is the ONLY way he can in fact afford himself (the unenlightened piggies can be downright STUPID enough to RUIN themselves financially without the guidance of a caring Goddess who also possesses basic wisdom), he's been granted a RARE opportunity to experience MY corporal blessings.  My leather/suede/wooden kisses if you will.


Finances have already been set aside by him, as on this momentous occasion of his 32nd birthday, he realizes friends, family, and associates don't care for him as one he actively worships.  How they've actually taken him on a downhill financial path instead of keeping his best interests in mind, and how his time is only truly fruitful when he answers the call of his true self and serves ME. 


Since it is his birthday I did not ruin him.  Merely enjoyed a dinner I appreciate, in proper subservient company.  I ADORE tapas and Ba-Ba-Reeba is a decent place to go in Chicago, and it's not even bank breaking (see, I DO keep piggybank budgets in mind because when they sign over their financial responsibilities to Me I take it seriously and do what's best for Myself as well as them).  


After My fill of margaritas, pintxos, jarras, lamb kebab, and OF COURSE patatas bravas, we retired to My quarters for some extra special birthday fun.  As a special treat, he was in My presence and space, and thus allowed to be his true self.  After donning his schoolgirl skirt and the ribbons I SO  love to tie in his gorgeous, black, girly hair he was allowed to jump rope for My amusement and to burn off his own dinner of course.  Then he was ready.


Benevolent as I am, I allowed him to pick his poison and he chose the whip.  2 whips.  The short, soft, suede whip and my favorite long, black and red leather stinger.  Teasing his cheeks for a moment with the soft delicate tips of My tassels put him into a delightful state of anticipation before the lashes truly began to rain down on him.  Alternating twixt hard and soft, rapid and spaced, the pain spread warmly through him and brought him to a state of near ecstasy.  The last few lashes completed him as he crumpled into a red-marked pile of exhaustion at My feet.  Due to his display of UTTER SERVITUDE throughout the evening I allowed him to lick my boot.


He needed this, and left a fulfilled creature, who momentarily felt like a man through his service, relaxed, but now ready and eager to serve again, as he knows how pathetic he truly is and how he can't live without the sound of My voice commanding him, the feel of My hand in his pocket, the delight in My eyes as he pays up and serves me, and the touch of My lash when I am pleased with his tributes.


Jealous any?  You SHOULD be.  You can feel how worthless your life is without My guidance, how wasteful you are without My controlling your wallet, how empty you feel when you don't taste the pain I mercifully deliver, how much you LONG to be acknowledged by ME.


How can you get to this level of subservience with all its rewards?  Of course an introduction is required, and can be sent to pannaforgold@gmail.com.  This introduction should show Me how ready you are to be in My Divine Service.  It should address Me in a manner fitting of my rank, so titles like Goddess, Queen, Your Highness, and Mistress are all fine.  It should be brief but give Me an overview of your likes, dislikes, personality, interests, contact info, and links to any profiles you have. 


THIS EMAIL IS USELESS UNLESS IT CONTAINS A MONEYPACK.  Upon receipt of the Moneypack confirmation number and transfer of funds to MY account, we may begin charting the course of your path in MY service.  THIS MONEYPACK IS REQUIRED FOR ME TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR LOWLY EXISTENCE.  THE MORE YOU SPEND THE MORE OF MY TIME, ENERGY, AND GUIDANCE IS AVAILABLE, SO DON'T FOOL YOURSELF.


Another option, is of course, paying attention to my Amazon wishlist and some of the tributes I desire/require.  http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/ref=wish_list


This list should also clue you in to MY personality as well.  


Need to know Me a little more?  http://www.findoms.com/PannaForGold/


The sooner I hear from you in the appropriate manner, the sooner you'll be on the road to salvation.  Good luck little piggybanks, you'll need it!

*A note on the whips-they were purchased at a shop somewhere in Amsterdam's Red Light District by one of My most faithful and trusted followers.  I love them dearly, they've held up well, and he was Quite rewarded for his servitude.

Easter Egg Hunt with Pigbunnies

Yesterday some lucky servants had a VERY happy Easter.  Some fellow supreme Ruler ladies and Myself organized an intimate little cocktail party and Easter egg hunt and let in a few little piglets that have behaved exceptionally well.  ONLY the ones that know how to pay up.


Of course they came with tributes, and of course they stocked the bar and provided the tapas, waited on Us hand and foot and had the privilege of cleaning up after Us.  


After a few drinks the fun began.  We had cute little pink bunny ears for each one to wear as they stripped completely naked and hopped around for Our amusement.  Their tiny hideous cocks flopping up and down was as hilarious as it was pathetic and in that moment it was all the more obvious why they can never DREAM of satisfying Any of Us.  Penises are such an inferior human weakness, being capable of taking over the mind and clouding judgement, seldom being fully satisfying when used for the only thing they're supposed to be good for.


Soon enough We tired of the bunny-hop and sent them off on hands and knees to find the Easter eggs We so carefully hid for them.  It's so delightful to watch the obedient in their hurry to please their Goddess.  It's so refreshing when a servant understands that his happiness depends upon the happiness of the Queen and he exists SOLELY for the purpose of serving his Queen and pleasing her.  Without your Queen you servants would have no guidance, direction, or worth to your lives.


They used these Easter eggs to fill Our baskets, but these eggs were different than the traditional kind.  Instead of stuffing them with treats and goodies We left them empty so Our servants could bring them back to Us filled with COLD HARD CASH.  In My case, I even got a beautiful necklace that definitely cost as much as My piggybank's rent.  The sheer delight he received from pleasing Me was worth every one of his hard earned pennies.


Jealous of their proximity to a Goddess?  Jealous of the how they served and pleased their Divine Rulers?  Feeling how the money in your pocket, in your safe, in your bank account only diminishes your worth until it's in MY hands?  You're WORTHLESS and exist to please ME, MY pleasure gives you worth.  


Want to fill my basket too?  Send a Moneypack to pannaforgold@gmail.com
Upon receipt of the paypack confirmation number and subsequent receipt of funds, I will acknowledge your existence and, depending on our exchanges, will begin charting your course in My servitude.


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