Greedy Goddess Sue

Edited to add a short version for those who are intimidated by so many words:

I’m here for me. Deal with it.

And here is the longer, fun ranty version:

So I’ve found the balance that works for me with all of this online fun. I do what I want, when I want, how I want. What a revelation, no? It is what I’ve always done, it’s just that what I want now is different from what I wanted before, and I’m sure it will keep evolving.

(For the neanderthal-spank-monkeys who can’t think past “uh dick hard, where girl?” … just skip this post. you won’t get it. It’s got big words. And big concepts. And it’s about me, not you. Not even what I’d do to you. No wank material here. you’ve been warned, so no bitching allowed. Ok, ok, I know your type always has to bitch… just not here, not to me. Go cry to your stuffed teddy bear. LOL)

What it has evolved to, what it has been evolving to, for me, is this: I have the boys I want to have. They spoil me BRILLIANTLY (I do know how to train a man to do/be just what I want him to do/be! Yay me!) and I enjoy them. Every now and then I feel a little rush of greed need and I will dip a perfectly manicured hand into the murky internet waters and pull out a few lost souls and toy with them. And then throw them back. Some of them come swimming back and beg for more. Sometimes I want to toy with them. Every once in a while there is a rare creature who catches my attention to mold into the submissive man I want him to be and I keep him around. More often, I ignore them.

Yes, I hear their cries. I just don’t care.

Wait. Edit. Not true. I do care, I do enjoy hearing the cries as I ignore them. I do enjoy that aching pain of the multitudes who desperately wish they could catch my attention. I dig that pain. I dig causing that pain.

But about the lost souls craving my attention? Nope. Don’t care.

So I’m enjoying my exquisite life. Enjoying the newly remodeled house (thanks, boys! ) Enjoying traveling. Enjoying writing. Enjoying my boys. Enjoying having a multitude of men available for my every whim if and when I decide to use them.

Tada!

So for those of you who missed the “duh isn’t it obvious” memo……. fuck off. I’m not here to entertain you. I’m not here to get you off. I’m not here for you at all. I’m here for me. If you’re here for me, too, then act like it. If you’re wanting me to spend more time online in general and more time talking with you in particular? Then you need to snap the hell out of it, pull your head out of your ass, and start doing everything in your power to make my time online and my time talking to you MORE FUN FOR ME! If I’m having a fabulous time online? I’m more likely to be around. Bore me? And I’m not talking to you. See what I mean about “duh isn’t it obvious”??!!! Can’t believe I have to spell it out.

And anyone who wants to email me (again) and explain why Dommes work for subs or why I shouldn’t want what I want or why I should do it all a different way (as if the script to my life were being written by a bunch of semi-limp-dicked waste-oid losers?? AS IF !! HAHAHAHA)… don’t bother. I don’t even read your emails for amusement anymore. I delete them like Nigerian Scams and Viagra Cock Pump Spams.

For the dozens of you waiting patiently for my attention and wondering if I even notice you? Meh, not really. You have to step it UP for me to notice you. Show me the consistency and dedication to focusing on what you can do for me while minimizing your silly thoughts about what I can do for you, and then we have an unleveled playing field to start on. My favorite kind of games… the ones skewed in my favor! If you’re lucky enough to catch my attention when I’m casting about for new play toys, impress me. Impress me ALOT. Maybe you’ll catch my attention more. If you’re lucky! That state you’ve been in of active-waiting-while-attentive-to-Sue-and-Sue’s-desires? Oh, that state is one I love to keep a man in. Learn it well.

And with that … I’m off to enjoy my evening.

Hope yours is miserable as you stew in the realization that the only way you even exist in my world is if you are working your sagging old ass OFF to make my world better. And even then you may not even exist. Sucks to be you.

Rocks to be me.

xoxo Sue