NYC Birthday Trip

Lindsey and I are known for our month long birthday sprees. This April it was my turn, although, as I type this I’m on a plane headed to Europe for yet another birthday vacation… Even though it’s May. Oops! Slave R had been begging me to go to NYC so he could meet me. He tirelessly searched through the photos and amenities list of every suite in NYC until he found the perfect one and I immediately approved. We stayed in a lavish three story penthouse at the W in NYC which cost Slave R a handsome $5k. We had the entire floor to ourselves along with two sundecks. I love the W and this one did not disappoint. Slave R was beyond happy to make us as comfortable and as spoiled as possible.

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Also eager to meet me was a slave who I arranged to Chauffeur us around, whom I’ve appropriately named, Chauffeur slave. He had emailed me a few months before when I announced my NYC trip on twitter, offering to drive us girls around. I often have slaves offer to be a tour guide or a chauffeur and I never take them up on those offers unless they pay handsomely on top of it, which he did. He tributed $1000 for the honor and in addition I told him to stock his vehicle full of beverages such as champagne, Fiji water, Grey Goose and iced coffees.

Lindsey, Jenny (our stylist) and I all arrived at JFK to see a small man in a suit and a driver’s cap holding a big sign that read “The Almighty Jessica and Lindsey,” along with 3 bouquets of lilies, my favorite flower. We laughed and pointed at him with glee, snatched the flowers from him and then posed for a picture. Men are our servants wherever we go, he obediently kissed our boots and then whisked our checked bags off the belt. He walked quickly while hauling our bags to his car, (Goddesses are impatient and important) and packed them up carefully as to not damage our lovely luggage! Everything I asked for and more was waiting in the car for us, what a good little slave boy! He drove us to our hotel using the best route and then unpacked our bags into our walk-in closets. Who needs a bell hop when you brought your own slave? Shortly after arriving, we were relaxing on the couch when we received a knock at our door. The staff had brought us several bottles of champagne that were sent up from a different slave as a birthday treat! We had him pour us three glasses and put our beautiful flowers into a vase.

Throughout the weekend we had several slaves come to session. Some were long time fans who we’ve met before, some were brand new, but all of them were shaking as we opened the door.

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*“Real Time” Session with Jessica and Lindsey
Published May 1, 2017
Cum Eating, Double Domination
After all these years you finally decide to suck it up and schedule a real time session with Goddess Jessica and Lindsey Leigh. You have no idea what to expect. You pay your deposit and then nervously refresh our twitter pages until we summon you to our posh NYC hotel. You’re sweating and shaking on the elevator ride up to the penthouse suite. Your heart is in your throat, knuckles white as they grip the giant wad of ca$h in your hand. You step out of the elevator to knock on our the door. You have no idea what to expect and it’s too late to turn away.

Lindsey had a meek little slave who just muttered “I love you Lindsey, I love you” as we ripped off his glasses and degraded him while laughing, forcing him to the floor still singing her praises. He begged to come back the next day. One slave had contacted us months before and he was so annoying that we both blocked him. Suddenly a few days before the trip we both received large tributes from him and decided he could come by. We were so harsh to him for being SO annoying and need that he was terrified to actually show up. He must have asked us 10 times each EXACTLY what we were going to do to him. First he begged us to kick him in the balls and then begged us not to. Then he begged to see both of us and then begged to see just me, too scared of being ganged up on. We had a plan in mind for him, of course, a perfect session, short and sweet, tailored just for an annoying little slave who needed to be put in his place.

The messages I received from him through KIK an hour before he showed up sounded like he was having a panic attack. I was actually worried he would raise suspicion from the front desk, why is a trembling, sweating man on the verge of passing out asking to come up to the penthouse? I told him to go get a drink at the bar until he could relax. He told me he couldn’t relax so I told him not to come, we weren’t interested in talking him out of a panic attack and certainly weren’t going to assure him that everything was going to be fine. Finally, we headed to the bar across the street and told him to meet us there, a handshake and then he could wait back on the street for us to finish our drinks. He was also even too intimidated to do that. I wasted ten more minutes of my time ordering him to come into the bar until I lost interest and gave up on him. Lindsey and I chatted and relaxed for a while, completely forgetting about him. Suddenly, a young, relatively good looking, tall and surprisingly fit man came slinking into the bar, eyes darting all over the place until they landed on us. He scooted over to us, gave us a half ass hand shake while we laughed and he quivered in fear while looking at the floor. I told him to wait outside for us.

Once in our suite he seemed to calm down just a tad, which was stupid because we planned nothing but pain and humiliation for him! We giddily threatened to give him one good, swift kick to the balls that would probably leave him unable to ever pass his shitty, annoying genes along to another innocent human. He whimpered and begged us not to, it was even more fun knowing how terrified he was. We ordered him to strip naked, which he did. We ordered him to put his boxer briefs over his face, which he did. I locked his arms behind his back while Lindsey spoke in great detail about the pain that was about to wash over him and linger for a very long time.

As he anticipated this grand dropkick to his balls and tried to squirm to get away we savored the cognitive dissonance that was clearly taking place in his mind. He was beyond terrified of the pain that was surely about to come, but still obediently staying where I was holding him. He could put on his clothes and walk out of our suite, he could avoid the kick. I had his arms held behind him in a painful lock, but I wasn’t going to fight him. He stayed put and awaited his pain, rightfully earned as we told him. We laughed, we counted down to the kick. Lindsey got a running start and stopped right as the countdown ended. We counted again, he was sweating bullets now, still pleading. When we got to “one” she gave his balls just a tap with the tip of her boot, he yowled, expecting the worst. When we got bored of the psychological torture we let him slink to the floor, defeated, and then we told him it was time to leave. Of course he’s been blowing up my email ever since…

Another slave that stopped by was one that I had talked to regularly on niteflirt. We used to cam pretty regularly until he mildly irritated me one day and I blocked him and completely forgot about him. I met him in NYC about 6 months ago for a cash meet TOTALLY ignorant that it was him. Before we met I made him pay a deposit to be sure I wasn’t wasting my time standing around. I left my friends at a bar and walked across the street to an ATM to meet him. “I’ve already went to the ATM, I have the cash for you,” he said while handing me $500 in 20’s. Wonderful! But we’re at the ATM though. Bust out that card, I’ll do all the button pushing! I took another $500 from him and skipped right back to the bar where my friends had a drink waiting for me. Fast forward to my NYC birthday trip, He was ready for a big boy session and since then I realized who he was. No hard feelings. I told him to bring me a nice bottle of bourbon for my birthday, he did. I had him lay on the couch while I hypnotized him, a nice little Goddess Worship/Love Addiction script that seemed to really do a number on him since he showed up the next day for more. After I left he begged me on KIK not to talk to him anymore, “I spent two thousand dollars on you this weekend, that’s crazy.” Guess who’s been KIK’ing me every day ever since? Guess who’s been sending me lots of gifts and tributes? Guess who wonders when I’ll be back in NYC? That’s right.

Yet another slave, a NYC regular of Lindsey’s, snuck away from his wife to see her “One last time.” He dropped to his knees when he saw her, and confessed his love for her. Apparently once he took her shopping with his wifey’s credit card and bought her some Louboutin shoes and a Macbook. She didn’t forget, she told him as he stared into his eyes and she stared into his wallet. He brought lots of cash of course, all for her, none for wifey. And I’m totally sure he’ll never stray away from his wife again. I bet this 23rd session was really the last. Goodbye forever!

But my favorite little slave boy of them all was Chauffeur slave, driving us around every day, constantly running errands. He brought us my favorite coffee everyday, he brought my boots to be shined, he drove us everywhere, he ran to the liquor store for us, to the ATM. One night, we all went out with a girlfriend who had just moved from Colorado to NYC. Chauffeur slave wore his driving gloves, his cap and his suit. We started the night at a Cuban restaurant. He waited in the car right in front of the restaurant, eager and ready to be summoned. Our conversation was lighthearted and normal, just catching up besides the slave who popped in for a cash meet. On my last NYC trip I left the dinner table mid meal at a restaurant in the Whitney museum to meet him just outside so he could hand me $300. And now he was back… with a measly $100. He meekly started to hand it over to me when Lindsey had him put it in his mouth like a dog and give it to us. I then had him kiss my boots in front of the whole restaurant while we all laughed and our friend looked a little perplexed. We resumed our conversation as if nothing had happened when he sent me a message on KIK, “Goddess, do you need anything else?” I know what that means. Time to collect. I told him to grab a pack of cigarettes for Jenny and then come back with another $100, which he did in a surprisingly timely manor. We stopped our conversation to collect and then sent him on his way. The next day he paid for a full blown $1k session with me and has been a little bit obsessed with me ever since, naturally. When we were done with our meal and ready to move on to the next spot, I sent a message to Chauffeur slave, “Come in here with your credit card.”

I swear it was as if he instantly teleported right in front of me, card in the palm of his hand, extended towards me. We had him pay the $200 bill and then we went off again! We Enjoyed some beverages in his car as we decided where we would go next. All night long we were four little hotties, soaking up all the attention everywhere we went and enjoying more handcrafted cocktails pushed our way than we could drink. It was GIRLS NIGHT OUT and our handbags might as well have had a “NO EXIT” sign on them. Everything we wanted was paid for and cash only entered our hands. Just as it should be! Each time we wanted our tab payed I summoned chauffeur boy. He dropped off our friend to her apartment and then he brought us home somewhere around 3am. The next night I received a phone call, it was a woman with a beautiful voice singing the entire rendition of “Happy Birthday” by Marilyn Monroe. As she sang, I ran down my list of girlfriends, I couldn’t figure out who it was! To my utter delight it turns out it was the amazing Anastasia who had stopped into NYC during her tour! We ended up going out all night with her lovely friends and at the end of the night she was driven home by slave boy somewhere around 3am… again. Oopsie! He only got a few hours of sleep per night, which was fine with him, he just loved being useful.

About a month later, Chauffeur slave came to Denver to serve me for two days.

Chauffeur Slave Comes To Denver
Published Apr 29, 2017
Goddess Worship, Slave Training
This clip is similar to Chauffeur slave first met me in NYC. He paid $1k+ to drive me and my friends all over the city whenever we summoned him. Shortly after he booked a trip to Denver just to clean my house for the weekend. Just today he booked a second trip to Denver to do it again, what can I say? I’m a serious addiction.

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Right now Lindsey and I are on our way to Amsterdam, Berlin and Sicily with my slave M. So besides NYC and Austin, this is my last birthday vacation until next year. We met slave M this morning at Elway’s in the Denver AirPort. He quietly sipped an espresso and kept himself busy on his phone as we enjoyed a nice breakfast. He paid the bill as soon as it was dropped and we are off to a nice start! Stay tuned for the blog on this Euro trip, which is fully booked already! Cash meets only! See you later, byeeeee!