Voodoo Lounge v.12.1: I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!

Flagellate Me

I won't tell you how, or why, but people seem to think I like to whip others.

I get IMs (yes, you can IM the Voodoo: MsVoodooChild) that ask for routine beatings, shittings, and other wonderful things. My favorite thus far is:

"I sometimes like to simulate dommes and torture myself in the shower. I have soap beads on a string and I have inserted two in my ass so far! What else can I do?"

Well.

You have to stop and think for a second after you get a message like that. Do I encourage him to go for the third? Do I ask him how the hell do soap beads (if you know what those are) get onto strings? Go ahead, put "soap beads string" into any ANY search engine. Do you see soap beads on a rope? I doubt it. Do it on Google and scroll down...ooh, what's that? ANAL BEADS!!! Okaaaaaaaay?

You babies must be wondering what I told him. Well, I told him something akin to, "You need to quit playing around and get a real Domme to stick things in your butt."

Nice, huh. You grinning yet? You should be. That's some coooold shit.

The other day, I got one from "Matthew." He wanted to know if I was a real Domme. (you figure it out). And then he sent me a picture. ooooooh, offerings to the Voodoo Queen! I like it! So I open it and he looks all of 16.

"Why are you sending me pics of you at the prom?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you're sad. You look all of twelve."
"Actually I'm 17."
"How old are you now?"
"18."

Ooooh. I think that deserves a BUDDY LIST ENTRY. With my fucked up luck he's probably sending me pics of his son. He's no doubt some gnarly old man who likes to feast on Voodoolicious. Who could blame him. But the big rule of thumb, Babies, is to send a pic that isn't too young, too old, too fine (ooh, are you REALLY an Abercrombie model? fucker) and mos def, don't send me one of your snatch/cock/ass/pet rodent. Yes, I've amassed a collection of those too.

I love the Internet. I really do. You can do wonderful things with it. You can surf. You can read. You can meet new people. You can also get some freaky shit that you thought never existed. You can BAM! Meet men who are really women, women who are really men (i've found the latter to be more true than the former). You can meet people who live down the street, as I did. You can also have some deep conversations about nothing in particular.

You can be amazed at how illiterate some people are. You can find that idiocy reigns supreme in ONE particular part of the United States. I won't say where, so don't ask. You can steal pics, send them out as yourself. You can talk, chat, watch cams, peek in on private lives, and you can be sneaked on. Wonderful thing, the Internet.

I won't say anything about free speech. You can say whatever you want, but read your content carefully. Don't believe everything that someone tells you. So-called Mister FINE ASS usually got major problems. So-called Hoochie Mama probably is a guy. Whatever. There are some genuinely nice people out there in the world, and no doubt, most of you are. But there are some assholes who just go out there and fuck it up for everyone. Have fun while you're out there, just be careful.

Love from,
The Voodoo

Your Internet Mistress of Voodoology

posted by Voodoo Child @ 8:09:00 PM