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Monday:
Pam 12:01am: ‘Hey fucktards! Welcome to geekwad central, or your group chat! LOL!’
Walter 12:02am: ‘Hi Goddess Pam. X’
Percy 12:02am: ‘Hello Princess. X’
Kevin 12:02am: ‘Hi babes. X’
John 12:03am: ‘Hi Pam. X’
Pam 12:09am: ‘Erm… why did you send me a kiss, cunt-face John?
John 12:11am: ‘I’m not sure really. LOL. When I saw the others do it, I thought it must be etiquette, but I did love the chance to show you how much I adore and worship you, too.’
Pam 12:15am: ‘Yeah, well the idea of you even kissing me by text makes me feel sick! I know where your lips have been shit-lips! LOL!’
John 12:17am: ‘I won’t do it again, Pam. Can I ask why the others are allowed to send you kisses?’
Pam 12:22am: ‘For fuck’s sake, let me get my crayons… the others are showing their respect and adoration for me which is what I expect from my slaves who worship me. But seeing as I totally fucking hate you, you piece of shit, your respect and adoration are neither valued, welcome or wanted. You only serve through giving me money and destroying yourself; learn to know your fucking place! £1,000 fine! LOL!’
John 12:23am: ‘Yes Pam, sorry Pam and thankyou Pam.’
Pam 12:30am: ‘Okay, so first off this little group chat is going to cost you £500 a month thanks to cunt-face John. Feel free to hate the pointless looser-pooser as much as I do!’
Percy 12:31am: ‘That’s double our usual amount! I’m going to really struggle with that amount. Fuck you John!’
Kevin 12:32am: ‘Yeah, fuck you John!’
Pam 12:35am: ‘LOL! I’ll send you all his address so you can pop round and give him a beating!’
Percy 12:36am: ‘Cool! X’
Kevin 12:36am: ‘Thanks babes. X’
Walter 12:37am: ‘If you guys want, we can time his group kicking with his sucking me off once a month. It’d be quite a thrill having you guys donkey punch him while he’s slobbering on my cock and I’m sure Pam would love to see that too?’
Kevin 12:39am: ‘Be my pleasure.’
Percy 12:40am: ‘Cool!’
Pam 12:41am: ‘Like your thinking, Walt! LOL! But make sure he can recover in under 6 weeks as I don’t want his pay dropping to half-pay when it all comes to me!’
Walter 12:42am: ‘Thanks Goddess Pam. I’ll see to it. x’
Pam 12:50am: ‘Okay, so like I said; £500 a month, plus £100 for each story about me that you hear, and you can tell a story each. Do the math, jerk-off John!’
John 1:00am: ‘So it’s £500 a month x4 = £2,000, plus £100 x 4 = 400. Total: £2,400 a month.
Pam 1:10am: ‘For fuck’s sake! Walt, help the jerk-off out with his math!’
Walter 1:15am: ‘£500 x4 = £2,000. Each story is heard by the other three so £300 a story goes to Pam. 4 stories makes it £300 x 4 = £1,200. Total: £3,200 a month to Pam.’
Pam 1:20am: ‘Yeah, but there’s also a tax of £50 for any erotic thoughts about me, which each story should cause, so what’s that make, jerk-off John’
John 1:25am: ‘That’s another 12 x £50 = £600.’
Pam 1:27am: ‘What the fuck is wrong with you; if you’re recounting a story aren’t you finding the memory erotic? Walt, do the math again for the twat!’
Walter 1:30am: ‘Four of us all getting aroused by sharing stories of Goddess; 4×4 = 16. 16 x £50 = £800. Total per month to Goddess Pam from our group-chat; £3,200 + £800 = £4,000.’
Pam 1:32am: ‘Mmmm… I’ve got my hubby licking between my thighs as we text… how much is that a year, Walt?’
Walter 1:34am: ‘£48,000 Goddess. X’
Pam 1:37am: ‘£48,000 for letting you gabronies share how I’ve mind-fucked and wallet raped each of you over and over and over! LMAO! And you all just adore me more and more for doing it you fucking bunch of creep-a-verts! So, thank me then, turd-balls!’
John 1:38am: ‘Thank you, Pam.
Walter 1:38am: ‘Thank you wonderful Goddess! X’
Percy 1:38am: ‘Thank you Princess. X’
Kevin 1:38am: ‘Cheers babes. X’
Pam 1:45am: ‘Gee it’s late! I’m off now to enjoy making love to hubby. Enjoy thinking about how it must feel for Pete to fuck his fab wife; to enjoy my naked charms… the intimacy, to feel my pussy contract on his hard cock… to watch me cum… to cum inside me… and all while you lot are locked up, frustrated and horny! LOL!’
Walter 1:47am: ‘My cock is aching against my cage! Thank you for those wonderful words, Goddess Pam. I love to ache for you. Have a wonderful night snuggling your husband. X’
Percy 1:48am: ‘I’m squirming in my cage too, Princess! LOL! x’
Kevin 1:50am: ‘You never let me do that when we dated, babes! Damn! So horny right now! Goodnight. X’
John 1:51am: ‘Me too.’
Pam 1:55am: ‘Woohoo! That’s another £200; £50 for each of you having an erotic thought about me! Well, it’s nearly 2am… time for non-losers to be in beddy-byes. But not you bunch of sad-sacks; you’re staying Ümraniye Fetiş Escort in this group chat until you’ve each told a story, even if it takes all night. See ya; wouldn’t wanna be ya! LOL!’
Walter 1:56am: ‘Goodnight Goddess Pam. X’
Kevin 1:58am: ‘She’s gone, Walt.’
Percy 1:59am: ‘Yeah, to get fucked by Pete, the lucky bastard!’
Walter 2:00am: ‘I wander what he makes of us?’
Kevin 2:01am: ‘When I was dating Pam and she first told me about her pay-piggies I just thought you lot were pathetic, but it did kind of add to Pam’s powerful mystique and presence that she could control you guys like that.’
John 2:10am: ‘Wow, you actually dated Pam! You were so lucky!’
Walter 2:11am; ‘Shut the fuck up, jerk-off John!’
Kevin 2:12am: ‘Yeah, shut up fuck-face!’
Percy 2:14am: ‘I’m looking forward to beating the fucker up!’
Kevin 2:20am: ‘How much do you guys reckon Pam actually takes from us?
Walter 2:25am: ‘Don’t know. Let’s do a round robin.’
Kevin 2:28am: ‘Well, I pay her three quarters of my take-home; £32,000 a month, plus gifts. Pam’s taxes for cumming, thinking about her etc.’
Percy 2:30am: ‘I pay her a round £50,000 a month direct debit, but usually end up giving her more one way or another, but it’s no biggie; I can afford it and Princess deserves it.
Walter 2:32am: ‘I’m good for £60,000 a year; which is nothing compared to you guys; £5,000 a month, but like you guys I always end up giving more. Jerk-off John; you can speak now everyone else has; know your place as Goddess Pam told you!’
John 2:34am: ‘I actually don’t know what Pam takes; she controls my account, Sir. I was on minimum wage, but now she’s got me working 12 hours a day every day, so it’s probably double, and then she makes me earn money for her fines by selling myself sexually; I’m guessing maybe £3,000 a month, plus she’s maxing out my credit-cards for another £25,000, Sir.’
Kevin 2:50am: ‘Okay, by my reckoning, that makes Pam on £32,000 + £50,000 + £5,000 + £3,000 a month! Geez! That’s a round £90,000 a month; £1,080,000 before all the taxes and stuff she imposes!’
Walter 2:55am: ‘I think it’d be a nice gesture if we all pooled in to get it to a nice round £100,000 a month for Goddess Pam. What do you guys think?’
Kevin 2:56am: ‘She’d really appreciate that. I’m in!’
Percy 2:56am: ‘Yeah, nice one Walt!’
John 3:00am: ‘Sorry guys; I’d love to and I love the idea of Pam having even more money, but it’s different for me; I don’t have anything; I mean I live in a squat, no water, no nothing. Pam took everything already. I mean you’re asking an extra £2,500 each, right?’
Walter 3:10am: ‘God, you’re such a whingy sack of shit; no wonder Goddess Pam fucking hates you so much! How much do you charge down the toilets?’
John 3:15am: ‘It’s usually £25 a blow job, £100 to fuck my ass, Sir.’
Walter 3:20am: ‘So that’s only 100 blow jobs or 25 ass-fuckings!’
John 3:21am: ‘A month!’
Walter 3:23am: ‘You’re outvoted, jerk-off John, and besides, Pam will be highly amused we did this to you!’
John 3:35am: ‘Yes, Sir.’
Walter 3:40am: ‘Okay, it’s getting late guys. I mean, I’m good; I work my own hours so I can lie in, but some of you probably need to sleep?’
Percy 3:42am: ‘Same. I’m my own boss.’
Kevin 3:44am: ‘I’m a CEO so no skin off my nose.’
John 3:45am: ‘I’m on permanent 8/8 shifts and haven’t slept for days! I’d really appreciate being able to wrap this up!’
Walter 3:50am: ‘Okay, so we’re going until 7:45am then, guys!’
Kevin 3:55am: ‘LOL!’
Percy: 4:01am: ‘Defo!’
Walter 4:05am: ‘Okay, who wants to go first?’
Kevin 4:10am: ‘I can tell you about dating Pam if you want?’
Walter 4:11am: ‘Yes, please do, kev.’
Percy 4:11am: ‘Cool.’
Kevin 4:12am: ‘Alrighty then, but it’s going to take a bit of time to type it all out, so if anyone’s got a shorter tale, might be worth stepping in?’
Percy 4:40am: ‘I’ll describe how I pay Princess Pam. She collects in person from me each and every month. I have to arrange special withdraws over the month to get Princess Pam’s money ready for the once a month meet. I mean, I’m good for it, but £50,000 does dint my bank balance I can tell you; and seeing that drop in money gives me that euphoric fear I’m sure Princess Pam also gives you guys.
Princess Pam likes to come to my office for her regular monthly meeting and always arrives unannounced, strutting past anyone waiting to see me, ignoring my secretary, and just barging into my office. I have to say, Princess Pam’s somewhat council estate, chav image raises a few eyebrows, especially if she’s smoking a cigarette or wearing a particularly short mini-skirt. I mean even with all that money you can take the girl out Ümraniye Gecelik Escort of the council estate, but you can’t take the council estate out of the girl, if you know what I mean! But I wouldn’t have my chav Princess any other way as I’m sure you guys wouldn’t either.
I’ve seen Princess Pam flick her lit cigarette butt at one of my colleagues for giving Princess Pam a disapproving look. Obviously, I have to smooth out any ruckus she causes after she leaves.
I keep up the pretence that Princess Pam’s a regular stationary buyer, but the way she treats me and the whole office like dirt makes the lie a little obvious. I lost a secretary one because she asked Princess Pam who she was and princess Pam leant right over her desk and spat in her face, before ignoring her and strutting into my office. When the secretary came in, wiping Princess Pam’s spittle from her face, and complaining to me, Princess Pam just said “Fire her!” without even looking up, so I did to my own shame.
But all of that is worth it for the experience of the actual cash-meet. Princess Pam usually pulls on a disposable plastic glove and then squeezes my swollen balls under my locked cock chastity device as she makes me count out her £50,000. Princess Pam squeezes harder and harder as I count, and I forfeit an extra £25,000 if I pass out or fail to complete the count because of the pain; Princess Pam has left me doubled up on the floor of my office a few times, let me tell you.
Some of my most euphoric moments have been lying on that office floor, tears rolling down my face from the ache in my crushed balls, knowing I need to pay Princess Pam an extra £25,000 , as she pulls off her plastic glove, drops it on my face and then spins on her heel and walks away with my money in her bag, leaving me wallet raped and in total admiration of her power over me. Princess Pam has even collected her money with no panties on and I’ve been lucky enough to glimpse her bare pussy from under skirt as she’s walked off.’
Walter 4:50am: ‘Wow! You’ve actually seen Pam’s pussy! I’ve seen her getting fucked against the wall by an ATM, but only really saw her bare thighs with cum dribbling down them, than her actual pussy. You’re a very lucky guy, Percy. Thanks for sharing.’
Kevin 4:55am: ‘I used to get to lick that pussy when I was her boyfriend. Never got to fuck her though.’
Walter 5:00am: ‘You lucky bastard Kev. We’d all love to taste Goddess Pam’s pussy I’m sure!’
John 5:01am: ‘Pam won’t even let me near her. I have to cross the street if I see her. I’ve never seen her anything other than fully dressed.’
Walter 5:02am: ‘Did someone fart? I swear I just heard something repugnant and
pointless… oh it’s you jerk-off John; Shut the fuck-up will you!’
John 5:03am: ‘Sorry, Sir.’
Walter 5:35am: ‘So I’ll tell you about the time Goddess Pam confronted my wife and ultimately cost me my divorce; Goddess Pam had been really angry towards me because she wanted more than I was giving. We’d had a few tense text conversations where I’d tried to explain that if I gave Goddess Pam more my wife would notice, for which Goddess Pam berated me for being hen-pecked. Goddess Pam had an answer for everything, as I’m sure you guys know all too well. Goddess
Pam wouldn’t even retract her demands for more payments when I told her I needed money for my kids University bills; “I don’t give a fuck about your dumb cunt wife or your living abortions!” I think were her actual words.
Anyway, things went back and forth like this for a while, with me still holding out on Goddess Pam, and then one day I was walking down my drive with Fiona, my wife at the time, when a modified sports car screeched to a halt in our driveway. If the lowered suspension and tinted windows didn’t give it away that Goddess Pam had arrived, the blasting sub-woofers pounding out a base-line and the windscreen sticker ‘PAM & PETE 4 EVA!’ were incongruous enough with our suburban estate, to show my chav Goddess was paying me a visit.
Goddess Pam steps out of her car in a white mini-skirt and crop-top that left the soft flesh of her muffin-top bulging over the tight elasticated waist line, and stomped towards my wife and I in a pair of white Ugg boots. Fiona looked as terrified as I did, but I was also in awe of the vision of beauty striding purposefully towards us. Goddess Pam had her hair bleached blonde and straightened with that wet-look and held back with a hairband as it bounced about her shoulders, and her mass of gold necklaces swung across her huge breasts that were so lewdly displayed in her skimpy crop-top.
Goddess Pam was a vision of the typical council estate slag, displaying her bodily charms aggressively and challengingly. I adored her! She strutted straight up to where I was standing with my wife, Ümraniye Genç Escort and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at me with a frightening anger in her eyes.
“Where’s my fucking money?” Goddess pam demanded.
My wife began to interject and was stopped mid-sentence by Pam simply raising her palm at her, as though she was directing traffic. My wife shut up.
“Well?”
“Can we discuss this later, please…” I began and Goddess Pam just grabbed me by my shoulders and slammed her knee into my groin over and over again until I fell to the ground.
“Got anything to say, bitch?” Goddess Pam asked my wife, threateningly and Fiona started backing away from Goddess Pam.
“Erm… what the actual fuck?… Do I smell or something? Does my council estate odour offend your posh fucking sensitivities you stuck-up sow?”
My wife managed something like; “I… I… I think you should leave…” before Goddess Pam grabbed my wife by her hair and yanked her head back. I was already feeling ashamed for bringing this on my wife. I mean Fiona had lived a privileged, middle-class life and simply wasn’t used to being treated with anything other than respect. I would imagine she saw Goddess Pam as ‘uncouth’ and probably as ‘council estate filth’ which is probably what Goddess sensed.
But even I was surprised by how much of a skip-rat Goddess Pam could be; Holding my wife by her hair with one hand, Goddess Pam reached behind her with her free hand, and sliding her hand down the back of her panties, stuck two fingers up her own ass, and then pulling them out, shoved them up each of my wife’s nostrils.
“What do I fucking smell like, bitch?” Goddess Pam snarled into my wife’s face as she pulled her about by her inflated nostrils. “I got plenty more where this came from!” Goddess Pam warned me.
“I’ll get you your money, please just stop hurting Fiona!” I said, feeling ashamed and pathetic as I crumbled before Goddess Pam.
“Go on then, fucktard!”
I rushed to the Porsche, fumbling with my keys in a panic, and then drove off, tyres screeching to the nearest bank. I withdrew £100,000 for Goddess Pam that day.
When I got home there was nobody downstairs, but I could smell Goddess Pam’s cigarette smoke coming from upstairs. Scared for my wife’s safety I leapt up the stairs two at a time and rushed into the bedroom to find Goddess Pam and my wife lying in bed together, their bare shoulders and arms on show, the rest of their bodies hidden under the duvet.
“Seems marrying a wimpy loser like you has turned your hoity-toity little wife into quite the carpet munching clam bumper! Seems she prefers a fat, sloppy lesbo to you and your pathetic, deceitful, small-dicked efforts!” Goddess Pam said, smirking as she put her cigarette out on my bedroom wall.
We all know how powerful Goddess Pam can be, but I was genuinely in awe of her this time; Not only had she had the audacity to visit my home and demand her money right in front of my wife, but her particular crude brand of council house dominance had subjugated my wife into becoming Goddess Pam’s slave-lover for the foreseeable future. I mean; to make middle-class, finnicky Fiona smell her ass on her fingers and then seduce her was simply mind-blowing.
Goddess Pam counted her money, giggling with Fiona, as I stood there, jealous of their intimacy, and then Fiona informed me she wanted me to leave as she would be filing for divorce.
For the next few months, Goddess Pam moved in with my wife; freeloading off my wages and by the time Fiona left the house was wrecked; walls vandalised, every room filled with old pizza boxes, empty bottles and cigarette butts. I was just grateful my kids were full-grown and at University.
Since then Fiona and I divorced, but we share a devotion and admiration for Goddess Pam. We understand I destroyed my marriage by my subterfuge and devotion to Goddess Pam and that Goddess Pam was wonderful for exposing me the way she did.
Fi served Goddess Pam as her sexual slave until the house got sold and Goddess
Pam made both Fi and I hand over our shares, and then Goddess Pam dumped Fi. I had to support Fi for a while, so she moved into my flat, in the spare room of course, and that’s how I saw the home-made tattoos, Goddess Pam had scrawled all over Fi’s body:
On her right fore-arm Goddess Pam had tattooed ‘POSH WANK’. Fi had ‘UPTOWN WANK’ tattooed across her chest and ‘PAM’S POSH TWAT’ above her pussy.
I couldn’t believe my middle-class, sheltered wife had been willing to be marked like that just for Goddess Pam’s amusement, but when I asked her about it, Fi just said “I’m proud to wear Pam’s tatts, even though she’s dumped me, I’ll always belong to her.” I couldn’t have agreed more!’
Percy 5:55am: ‘Fucking hell! How awesome is Princess Pam?!?! I had no idea she was bi! It’s a bit ironic your wife got to be Princess Pam’s lover when you’d paid all that money to her!’
Walter 6:02am: ‘Well, that’s Goddess Pam!’
Percy 6:15am: ‘All hail Goddess Pam!’
Walter 6:16am: ‘Hail!’
Kevin 6:20am ‘Hail!’
John 6:21am: ‘Hail!’
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