Talking about a bad girl

One of the things I guess I’ve developed from my ‘dice with death’ cancer moment is the fact that I’ve decided I might as well have a bit more fun with my life, which is probably shown by yesterday’s picture, with the silver wig, silver bodysuit, and everything else. Yes, the temptation to wear the silver look on Thursday for the ‘medical team meeting’ on Thursday is definitely growing, even if the bodysuit will have to be under standard clothing, and the wig will only be worn for the actual team thing, not the whole visit, but anyway…

And certainly, due to a few politicians, and other people, my tendency to put up with idiots levels have gone down too. In this case, a spammer, as no, I doubt I’d have the cheek to actually do it to a politician, but dont call me out on that, lol.

So this morning, when I opened my email box, I had one of those emails, supposedly from a guy named Magnus in Sweden, offering me a half share of $6.2Million if I helped him with his ‘project’. Thing is, it came from a guy named Juvencio, with a Brazilian email address, so… Now normally in the past, with me, this would have been instantly deleted, and taken no further, but in my current mood, and because he’s made such an awful job of covering up who he really was, well, I decided 2 could play at that game, so I sent back a reply, though not the one he was hoping for, but this one…

Dear Juvencio,

My name is Dominatrix Queen of Pluto, writing to you from my home planet. I have a vacancy in my dungeon for a human slave or two from planet Earth, in need of severe punishment, and you sound an ideal candidate. I certainly trust your pussy eating skills are up to my demands, if not, I suggest you learn soon. In the meanwhile, send me promptly a silver latex catsuit as a tribute, size 16 UK. When you inform me this has been purchased, I will provide the address to send it to, where my teleporting unit is stored.

Given you might find Pluto a little chilly for your feeble human body, and I am capable of teleporting my dungeon to a suitable building on your feeble planet, I suggest you use some of that money on the purchase of a mansion in the area known as Hollywood, in Los Angeles, and let me know when you have completed this task, by sending me a set of pictures of my new Earth home.

I demand to hear that you have completed my demands within the next 30 days.

Your new powerful Dominatrix,

H, though I advise you to call me Mistress H

No, I’m not expecting a reply of course, but the thought of him seeing an email in his box when he got up this morning, thinking he had scammed someone, and then opened it, giggle… Of course, if you find in the future a blog written by me, from Hollywood, while wearing a silver latex catsuit, well…

OK, video. Well, I guess sending an email to someone, even a very poor scammer would make me a bad girl, so why not this one? Yes, I’d love that purple outfit Donna Summer is wearing, of course I would. So…?

 

3 thoughts on “Talking about a bad girl”

    1. If you want to be the one brave enough to tell her that her home base has been downgraded, you’re braver than me. But fine, Pluto was a planet for most of my lifetime, so… And besides, either piece of logic is probably wasted on a spammer like that guy anyway, lol

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      1. The nearest I’ve gotten to that is to engage some salesperson who’s cold called me for as long as I can before saying ‘no’. I know they’re just doing legal spamming, but sometimes, if I have the time, the urge just gets to me.

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