I was in the mood for something greasy and filling this cool March morning, so I had My driver run out for some McDonald’s breakfast. Now, I’m not one to get hung up on semantics and word games … wait, I totally am. Right. So, as much as I appreciate the McDonald’s Deluxe Breakfast, given that it is huge and delicious (much like those cocks you’ll be stuffing your face with, Paypig and futureh88ker). But I do think that “luxury” and words like it are thrown around much too casually today, with companies competing desperately for every sucker’s last dollar. Personally, when I think luxury, I think slaves on bended knee, striving to please their superiors. To Me, true luxury can only be achieved through an inferior class of less-than-people (i.e. men) living in physical servitude and financial slavery to their betters (Me, and women like Me. obviously). And I really have to take issue with the idea that luxuries are or should be available to just anyone. Clearly, the lifestyle of true entitlement is a lost art in society today. Let’s bring it back, shall We ladies?!
I’m sprawled out on Goddess Jennifer’s huge new couch looking down at Navy Pier (that’s the lakefront in Chicago for you complete retards out there). The weather today isn’t exactly perfect for dog walking yet. It’s still a little on the cool side for that, I think – I mean, We don’t want Our little poochies’ paws getting cold. And taking the kitties out in their stroller in anything less than purrfect sunny weather would be just unthinkable.
So the cute furry animals will have to wait. Instead, it would be totally hilarious to take one of Our pet pigs, dress it up in piggie tights and a nice curly piggie tail, and make it go prancing ahead o Us through the park.
I’m not sure whether I would have it walk on all fours or its hind legs – probably a combination of the two, depending of course on its behavior. I would have SO much fun introducing Our pig pet to the other animal owners We met – and you know everyone would have to stop and talk to Us, to satisfy their curiosity about two girls holding a human pig on a leash – never mind two girls as eye-catching and stunning as Goddess Katherine and Goddess Jennifer!
Whenever I witness a truly breathtaking display of athleticism, I get totally lost in the moment, and My attention is focused fully on what I’m watching, like an intense physical battle in hockey, or a beautifully executed drive in football. This was the case during the gold medal game between Canada and Sweden in the world junior hockey championship this week. Canada was dominant as always, but even the losers displayed their tremendous speed and skill at times. After the game, my intuition went to work again and I reflected on the many vast differences between these gifted, attractive young athletes and the average male. It’s like all of the good qualities that the male of our species has to offer are distilled down into a very, VERY small, select group who just have it all. Good looks, intelligence, strength and stamina; these are foreign concepts to the vast majority of men. Let’s say 99.99 percent or so.

one of the .01 percent
I know that you know you’re a loser; how could you not? Most men are losers, whether because of their pathetic pindick, or their tiny bank account, or their colossal stupidity, or their repulsive bodies. But I think that most of the time, you forget just how truly insignificant and inadequate you really are. Isn’t it lucky for you that I’m here to remind you, before you get too deluded about yourself and get smacked down by reality! And while you’re sitting at home alone, why don’t you make yourself useful in the only way you can – spoil your Goddess with a beautiful new Team Canada jersey, in celebration of your status as an inferior worm.
LoserPigJazon, who just can’t seem to keep any money in his tiny bank account since he discovered ME, just sent Me his last $8.03 on niteflirt. LOL!

Pig’s request to send Me its last eight dollars immediately reminded Me of the bible story where an old beggar woman gives her last two coins in the world to God… except of course in the Bible, she is rewarded with praise and God’s favour and will eventually get eternal life in exchange. LoserPigJazon, on the other hand, knows that it will have to keep giving Me everything it has and in exchange all it will ever get is abused! The lesson to be learned here is that if you only have a tiny amount of money left to tribute, do it anyway! Because I can always use a giggle or two at your expense.
I’ve decided that I just don’t own enough cameras… not that I think I ever could, lol! After all, the camera is one of the best tools out there for bringing a slave to its knees and melting it into a malleable mess. Which is why I really must have this fabulous Microsoft Lifecam. To make you, My pathetic puppet, even weaker and more helpless to resist My teasing.

Show Me how badly you need to be dominated and controlled by your Goddess – get your ass to Amazon and buy it for Me! Whoever purchases this cam will receive a special video custom tailored to further your weakness for ME! In other words – you get to pay Me to use My deliciously dominant powers to make you pay Me even more! *Sigh* what a beautiful cycle it is.
If I ran My blog like a newspaper, today’s front page would look something like this:
FINANCIAL DOMINATRIX DESIRES TRIBUTE; PENNILESS SHITSTAIN SHOCKED
A worthless halfwit was distressed and outraged today when, upon initiating a conversation with a Vastly Superior Female via the internets, he was ordered by Her Immeasurable Perfection to earn Her attention with a tribute. The moron in question messaged Her Majesty Goddess Kat via Windows Live Messenger, under the account name “georgios_z@hotmail.com” and operating under the delusion that he is a worthwhile human being in his own right, as well as a desirable conversation partner for devastatingly dominant females. Having been swiftly disabused of his foolish fancies, Captain Fuckwit reacted with surprise and indignation. “EXPENSIVE!” he exclaimed when informed of the fee, adding the somewhat inexplicable epithet “BASTARD!” before being blocked and deleted. When asked for comment, Goddess Kat expressed some surprise of her own. “Well, as far as I know My parents were married several years before My blessed birth.”

The Goddess
Readers will be happy to learn that She was not distressed by the abusive ass, but amused. “I really can’t imagine why guys like this expect Me to give a fuck about them, I mean, he saw My pictures on Facebook! LOL! And My title, Goddess, is a pretty big clue what losers like him can expect – every religious organization out there wants at LEAST ten percent of your pitiful income… but do they offer you a real live smoking hot Goddess you can worship? Hell no!!! So it’s pretty simple, bitch. You want My attention, pay the fuck up.”
pictured: insert: the Goddess Herself
Gawd, I’m tired… I’ve been up all night working on My site. And of course it’s been a very busy week as usual, taking your cash. Mikeymouse finally got up the courage to call Me again; I knew it was only a matter of time. You know you can’t resist Me, mikey! I also know My little pet mouse will be calling back soon, and probably wearing out his refresh button checking for updates.
Cuckpet/Futureh88ker called Me the other day, and gave Me a little demonstration of its cocksucking talents. I have to say it’s refreshing to see a slut perform its nasty tricks without needing to be told how to do absolutely everything. HINT: all you faggot cocksucker wannabes, turns out the trick to successful sucking is to open your mouth WIDE and shove that dildo in DEEP; and when it hits the back of your throat… KEEP GOING, PUSSYPANTS!!! I get so annoyed watching you fucking losers lick your little toy dildo like some cute little white girl in a frilly dress eating a popsicle. You are not a cute little girl, and I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your Goddess, and I know you’re a dirty filthy slut, so get nasty already. Because it takes a special kind of cocksucking manpig to earn My approval!
Time for some beauty sleep, and when I’m up I know My phone will be ringing off the hook, and you’ll be on the line begging to show Me all the sick, twisted tricks you can do. My, won’t that be fun!
Love, your Royal Ringmaster Goddess Kat
I am, and have always been, a true believer in Female Superiority. And by true believer, I mean that I have always known that women are better, more attractive, more interesting, more charming, more worthwhile than men. It has always been a part of My consciousness, something that I came to believe first through My life experiences, then through observation and critical thinking.
Growing up, I took it for granted that women were always in control: in control of Our own lives, and in control of the men in Our lives. In My family, women have always been in charge. When I began to attend school at age 4, and to read at an adult level at age 6, I realized with surprise and disgust that My worldview was not universally celebrated. However, the world has changed for the better in recent times, and I consider it My mission to further advance the open acceptance of Female Superiority.
As worthless as you are, as a submissive male you are a step ahead of the average male. Non submissive males are utter fools. How any male could dlude itself into believing that it is a worthwhile being in its own right, a being which deserves to pursue its own happiness – often at the expense of the women in its life – is an absolute mystery to Me. The only way any male can find fulfilment is at the feet of a Superior Female. And they just don’t come any more Superior than Me!
Ultimately, every non submissive male is missing out on the greatest pleasures life can offer him. He will never know the feel of a woman’s feet on his face, Her toes in his mouth… even the feel of Her strong hand dealing out discipline as She shapes him into a better instrument! Nor will he experience the exquisite torment as he waits for Her judgement of his performance, and the satisfaction of a task well done.
These ignorant, nasty, filthy males live their lives trying desperately to find a woman they can control. They don’t realize that their efforts to dominate women will inevitably fail. Men can only ever achieve dominance through crude, animalistic means – physical force for example, or laws aimed at elevating the tatus of men, laws backed by the threat of force. Ultimately, these controlling men fail. Their marriages dissolve, and they lash out in anger, claiming that “She changed, she’s not the woman I married!” They howl and squeal that women are liars and whores. In reality, it is a woman’s right to behave however She at any time, and it is a male’s privelege to accept Her choices and fulfill Her every whim.
I truly enjoy hearing about despicable traditional-minded men being tossed out with the trash by their newly empowered ex-wives. Alimony is a beautiful thing. I view it as a punishment exacted on men for presuming to think that they could be in a relationship with a woman who is their equal – or even their inferior! Now these stupid assholes are legally forced to pay the Asshole Tax! Many of them never learn their lesson and wind up paying the Asshole Tax to multiple women! LOL! Their psychotic need to assert themselves in their relationships just fucks them over, and I LOVE IT!
So, the next time you find yourself questioning or fighting your submissive nature, remember how much better off you are submitting to Me willingly.
I just love waking up to shiny new gift certificates in My inbox! This time it’s a $50 cert for Amazon from My newest pet piggie Dan, who doesn’t actually have a name yet since I couldn’t be bothered last night, I was too busy partying. His reward? See for yourself!
Purple Piggie Peenie
Yep, this little porker had to tie up his 4 inch microcock and balls to amuse Me. Unfortunately for this loser, it couldn’t untie the knot after it sent Me the picture…OOPS! You can imagine how hilarious that was for Me. I couldn’t help but think of how pigs are castrated in the pork industry – they tie off their little balls with elastics and leave them that way, until eventually they shrivel and fall off! I have a cousin who did this as a part of her vet practicums, but I’d rather play with all My nasty little piggies. I’d feel bad hurting a real little piglet – they’re actually kinda cute when they’re babies. The piggies I hogtie and torture are the ugliest, smelliest kind!
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been a magnet for submissives and guys who have a proper appreciation for intelligent, commanding women. Most of these losers aren’t memorable in any way, but sometimes I do enjoy thinking back and remembering how much fun I’ve had with my bitches in the past.
Yesterday when my pet mikey mouse <span class=”ljuser” style=”white-space: nowrap;”><a href=”http://katslosermouse.livejournal.com/”><strong></strong></a></span> called me to worship at my feet, I let him talk to my girlfriend Jennifer as a special treat, and she explained to him how we’ve both been exerting our authority over males for as long as we’ve known each other. I almost pissed myself laughing when she started to tell mousey about the skinny little nerd named Nathan who followed me around worshipping me all year in grade nine – of course, at the time I had no idea that he was in love with me, because I paid absolutely no attention to him as a person; I was only interested in the hilarious, ridiculous things he did and said to amuse me and get my attention. I remember now how he used to get in trouble constantly with our computer teacher for disrupting class. Poor little Nathan couldn’t even sit still when he was around me – he would bounce up and down in his chair, vibrating with the need to say something, anything, that would amuse me and make me look at him with my perfect, piercing eyes. The two most popular girls in the school would turn around in their chairs and stare at him when he said humiliating, degrading things about himself, and they were always surprised and bewildered at the fact that he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of him, except ME. LOL! Of course, at the time, I just took it as my due. I still laugh out loud as I see Nathan in my mind, turning off his computer at random, in the middle of a project, without saving his work, because he needed to see me laughing at him. And there were all the times I made him go up to different girls and say idiotic or perverted things to them. He knew they would get angry and tell all their friends how disgusting and pathetic he was, humiliating him even further, but he just couldn’t resist doing whatever I told him.
Since he was too young to have a job and money of his own to spend on Me, Nathan would beg his parents for money every day to buy me lunch, or steal it if he had to. He would gladly have paid to take me to movies and anything else I desired, of course, but I never allowed him to spend time with me outside of school, no matter how much he pleaded. Anyway, one day when I was especially bored, and Nathan’s usual degrading antics weren’t enough to entertain me, I made him eat part of the lunch he bought me off the street. The street in front of the Mac’s store was always particularly filthy, littered with cigarette butts and discarded chewing gum, and riddled with spit. So naturally, when Nathan asked me for a bite of my sandwich, I broke off a section and dropped it on the ground. When I told him to eat it, he was clearly torn between disgust at the filthy food and his need to submit to Me. I allowed him to waver for a couple of minutes, but when I grew bored with the game, I just stared him in the eyes and his self will melted instantly. At that moment, I knew that he was completely and totally a slave to my will, and that I owned him, mind, body, and soul. I had always known that I was powerful, and I had lived my life up to that point inducing those around me to submit to my will. But my experience with Nathan made me realize consciously that my role in life is to command.
