The last few weeks have been fun, including trips to NYC and performing our suspension show. This weekend I’ll be flying out for another adventure with My Vegas pet. miss korea is coming along and there’s a chance Oscar will make an appearance, if I can drag his scruffy ass out of Hollywood for a day.

A certain little sissy has been removed from My life after being caught lying. This is a definite trend I’ve noticed. It’s almost impossible to find an honest sissy. I’m sure this is partially caused by living a double life and having to hide what they truly are. However, the same thing can be said for any type of submissive. It’s almost as if, in becoming a sick parody of femininity, they grow to believe they are equal to real Women. They claim to want to be dominated, but in reality it’s a very self-centered fetish. the focus is truly all on the sissy: mothering them, transforming them in predetermined ways.

As I’ve mentioned before, this is quite different from humiliating men who do NOT enjoy being sissified. When used in this context, feminization is just another tool to destroy the male ego.

Anyway, sissies dominating other sissies has to be the funniest thing I’ve heard of in a long time. And as I told the little it-thing, it broke the first commandment of Goddess Jenna: Thou shall not be a sleazy fucking liar. And once caught red-handed, pretending that you have no idea what you’ve been dishonest about makes you look like even more of an idiot. I should write out a whole list of commandments for you losers to memorize before you even approach Me.

While I’m on the subject of penises without functioning brain cells, we have reader mail:

From: Intoxicatingdom, after he’d sent Me multiple messages that I’d ignored..because I have zero interest in male doms.

On another note, if you read My journal through myspace, you’ll need to go directly to My website to find the links to My TalkSugar and PantyStore, etc. mentioned in the previous entry.

The rest of this will be a post of things I’ve written to people recently that I want to remember.

First, I was telling Grant, who makes me smile, about the eight days I spent without power during our recent ice and snow storm.

I spent the last week without electricity, in the middle of the spooky crystalized woods. I kept pretending I was the Snow Queen, asleep in her ice castle.

My dreams were possibly even weirder than usual. I dreamed that a scarred, deformed serial killer fell in love with Me and tried to win My regard by slipping severed fingers under my door. I would sit by the door to stroke and admire each one in turn, judging it’s worthiness. When I woke I could still feel the decomposing skin on my fingertips.

Then I dreamed that I was a surgeon, performing a dirty backroom transplant between David Bowie and a penguin. He needed it’s heart, you see. We were all covered in blood and chunks of flesh. He and the penguin were both wide awake when I cut them open. He smiled at Me and said "Don’t worry, love. Life is messy sometimes."

I should start a journal just for My dreams.

Next, broken bob, whose slave journal you can view on My website, asked Me to tell him about a smug man I had ruined or severely put in his place.

I’m always putting men in their places in small ways just during My day, but I can think of a few men whose lives I truly ruined.

One was a lawyer in his early 50′s. He started out serving Me online and by phone, then began flying out on a regular basis to be used by Me. I would make him take Me and miss korea shopping while he followed us around like a pet monkey.

I’d let My Female friends use him at our parties. We’d play games with him like the one where he was blindfolded, naked, put in the middle of a circle of Ladies and forced to crawl around licking the feet of each Woman. He then had to correctly guess who the feet belonged to and was cropped for incorrect answers. I also had male friends use him as a cum receptacle. I recorded videos of him in the most humiliating and compromising positions.

About a year into his servitude, I found out he’d been lying to Me about his relationship- he’d claimed to be divorced, but was actually still married. I was livid! The one thing I despise most is being lied to. I immediately called his wife and had a nice long chat, pretending to be sweet and concerned about her safety ( I didn’t have to pretend very hard. I was obviously more concerned about her health than her husband was.) – I told her she needed to be checked for venereal diseases because her husband had been having unprotected sexual relations with gay men. I detailed every disgusting act he’d performed and sent her a package with all of his videos, letters and messages. She was SO PISSED. She couldn’t decide whether to divorce him or cut his balls off first.

The funniest part of that story is that after she DID divorce him, he wrote to Me again, begging to come back. Not a chance.

Another ridiculous man, I never even met in person but still managed to destroy. He wrote Me begging Me to blackmail him. So I had him take bunches of degrading photos, full face included. The moron wrote to me from his myspace account with all of his friends and family listed.

He installed a remote controlled nanny program on his computer so I could see the dirty sites he visited and cut off his computer access if I chose. It was actually fun- it gave detailed logs of every site he visited. And this guy was spending like 12 hours a day looking at porn. It was sick.

For a few weeks he tributed like a good boy, doing everything he was told. Then I happened to notice he was online when his computer access was supposed to be restricted. He was obviously using another computer. I still can’t figure out why he was paying Me to control him- and paying for this expensive monitoring system, when he was only playing pretend.

Anyway, again I was PISSED. So I made a webpage just for him with all of his filthy photos, messages and the logs from his program, then sent the link to every single one of his friends, workmates, his wife and family. He wrote to me crying and shocked, just SHOCKED that I would be so mean, to ruin his marriage and his job. It was hilarious. Don’t beg Me to blackmail you and giftwrap the tools for Me to do so if you don’t plan to hold up your end of the deal.

Another boy whose chastity keys I was holding stopped tributing so I tossed the keys into Lake Erie. I never answered his begging messages afterward. I hope he had a good friend with a pair of bolt cutters and a steady hand!

The point of all this? I always win. So don’t fuck with Me.

First! I rejoined Talk Sugar. This is going to be on a limited basis- I don’t have time to sit around waiting for you pervs. You MUST email Me to make an appointment for your phone call. This goes doubly for all of the idiots who send Me their phone numbers and tell Me to "hit them up sometime". You know I just post those on gay sex chat boards, right? I’ll be adding more items, including text messaging and pre-recorded sessions. You may suggest topics for these sessions. Perhaps you’ll get lucky and I’ll enjoy your idea enough to do it . You may also now tribute through My tip jar.

Secondly, I opened a shop on MyPantyStore to make it easier for you to purchase My personal items. So far I’ve listed socks, panties, thongs, and webcam Domination sessions. My items keep getting snapped up as soon as I list them, so you have to be quick. You may also make special requests there. Perfect for that shrine you plan to build in My honor!

Strange times in the life of a Goddess. I was in a wedding on Saturday, wearing the girliest pink dress ever made. As I told Lee the night before, this was surely a sign of the coming apocalypse. The delicate balance of the universe promptly swung back into alignment when the 80-year old preacher started flirting with Me. If My soul wasn’t marked for eternal damnation before, it surely is now. Other highlights included the best man pissing in the parking lot of the church, then making out with the groom at the reception. Why, yes, there are photos of the pink monstrosity. Two solid hours of photos. I think I’ve used up my smiling allotment for the rest of the year.

Speaking of fake smiles! My grandfather recently died. It wasn’t a big tragedy for Me, I barely knew him. I went to the funeral simply for the sake of My nieces. It turned out to be high comedy. My grandmother, from the other side of the family, who had never met the man in his life, decided to travel across three states to come to the funeral. After the service, we’re all at the cemetery standing around his coffin which can not yet be buried because the ground is frozen solid and My grandma whips out a camera. Why, you ask? Family picture time, I would reply. No, no I am not kidding. My family, most of whom do not speak to each other, horrible imitation smiles, tombstones, a casket and one very confused-looking priest in the background. I wanted so badly to open the coffin and prop his corpse up for the photos.

If I ever do marry, I plan to walk My bride or groom down the aisle on a leash. Instead of a ring, I’ll place a permanently locking collar on it’s throat and instead of vows I will carve My name into it’s flesh. And when I die, I want a Viking funeral- staked through the heart and burned at sea.

Anyway. I can never decide how much of My life to share in this journal. I feel like I should probably keep it strictly to BDSM-related topics and appearance announcements, along with online domination stories and photos of tributes. It’s hard to keep your life compartmentalized, though, and I notice restricting Myself usually means I just neglect to write anything here at all.

It’s been snowing here very prettily. I just need a sleigh and a stable full of well-muscled ponyboys to pull it through the woods. I would be a cruel Ice Princess, whipping them without mercy until they frothed with tears and blood. Sigh. Maybe someday!

I’ve had My sweet puppy boy here nearly every night to keep My feet cozy and warm. He’s been a very good boy lately. I think even miss korea is warming up to him. This may be because I allow her to help Me punish him. I’ve also been training her to use a strap-on to fuck his mouth while I rape his ass. That way all of his holes are being filled at once. His ass belongs only to ME though. I’m not willing to share him yet.

This weekend, I’m headed to NYC to visit with a Domme friend and have a shopping excursion with two of our favorite slaves. I’ll also be staying for part of the week on business. I won’t have much free time, but if you’re a shopping slave who’d like to join in the fun now would be the time to speak up. Or, y’know, prostrate yourself at My feet, eyes down and wallet extended.

There’s still time to enter My prettiest panties contest. But Jesus God, shave yourselves. If I see one more fat, pale, hairy ass something bad will surely happen. Also, I’ve had at least 20 requests to buy those pink socks since I posted pictures of them, as well as several requests for the stripey ones. I will be auctioning them off when I’m finished wearing them. Try to stop jerking off over them until then, you foot perverts.

Speaking of masturbation, here’s one way NOT to introduce yourself to Me, from "cityboy":

I especially enjoyed his Creative Use of Capitalization And!!! Punctuation!!!!

Also from the mailbox today, a random question from "totalobedience":

might i ask you a question? which one do you find more hot? girl on girl action or boy on boy?"

To which I replied:

Cash and cute socks from joseph and piggyface. My favorite things!

Hex. I’ve only had time to watch the very beginning but it already has inter-racial slave sex while a voodoo priest watches and sacrifices a chicken…

From Jack, with one of the best notes ever,

Two seasons of Medium and Fido, about a boy and his pet zombie.

An incredibly intricate dinosaur pop-up book. More art than merely a children’s book.

Barbie’s Christmas Carol for the girls and Badder Santa for Me. All kinds of movies lately.

Pushing Daisies

 

The winner will be featured on My website and will receive a prize! You will be the proud owner of one pair of My well-worn socks, directly from my lovely feet, ziplocked for freshness and mailed to you. If you’re a drooling footslut, this prize is your dream come true. If you’re one of those silly dorks not into feet, the sheer humiliation of sucking the sweat from My used socks should be equally enticing.

You must include an email address or phone number where I can reach you, and be willing to give Me your mailing address in order to receive your prize.

Send your entries to tribute_goddess_jenna@yahoo.com by December 15, 2008.

It’s finally the very best month of the year and I could not be more pleased. If you know Me even a little, you know how happy the merest hint of October makes Me. I realize My plan to update this journal more often has not worked out. I think I’m usually too busy living life to have time to write about it. Which seems like a wonderful problem to have.

Let’s see. My first effort at hosting a foot party went extremely well. In case you don’t yet know, we will be having another party for all of you raging foot pervs next weekend in Cleveland, OH. You may email Me for details and instructions. Space is almost entirely filled, but if you ask nicely, I may be able to fit you in. You may also request to be added to My mailing list for future parties.

For those of you unable to attend, My website will soon include a paid member section featuring videos and photos from our parties and My private sessions. You will be able to drool in jealousy and excruciatingly teased arousal over My perfect feet, knowing that you will never be worthy enough to touch Me.

Speaking of the website, I require help with two issues from one of you web dorks. First, I need someone with simple video editing skills (shortening long footage into smaller clips, adding the site logo, etc.). I will also need you to take still shots from digital videos. Secondly! I need someone to help get Stickam up and running . I’m particularly interested in the personalized embedded chatroom option. I get error messages for both video and sound when I try to create my chatroom. If it makes any difference, I’m using a Dell laptop with built-in webcam and mic, with Windows XP and Firefox 3.03 browser. Suggestions for a similar yet better application are also welcome.

I’ve been invited to and heard about so many events and parties this month. I wish I could attend every single one. I think this year we should make October twice as long and just skip November.

The ones I will be able to attend include:

Capitol Punishment @ MCCXXIII in Washington DC on October 12.
Halloween Haunt @ King’s Island, OH on October 17.
Trauma @ BoMa in Columbus, OH on October 30.

I was planning to go to Horror Hound Weekend Detroit the weekend of the 24th, but it’s been inexplicably postponed until June. So I have that weekend open if anyone has a suggestion. I’m pretty pissed. SID HAIG was going to be there.

I’ll also be having my annual Halloween BLOODBATH on October 31st in Columbus, OH. This will be a huge, blood-soaked fetish and costume party. It has grown to ridiculous proportions. You do not want to miss it.

On November 1st, I’ll be having the kid-friendly (yet still spooky) version at My house, along with a haunted hayride through the woods. You can check out My calendar for other places and events I will be performing at and attending.

On the World Domination front, our new pet boy is working out nicely. He’s a little clingy, but that’s to be expected considering I’m training him to think of Me as the only thing that matters in his pathetic life. Boys need to be given a purpose and strict rules in order to thrive.

From the bottomless mailbox comes this week’s best question: How can You be a Female Supremacist while owning female slaves? Are some females more supreme than others?

To which, I replied: Of course. Believing that all women are superior to males does not mean that all women must be dominant or equal to each other. Do you disagree?

The smart boy does not argue: No, of course not Miss I think what You’re saying makes very good sense. You certainly seem superior to a great many people, of either gender!

I’ve also been spending more time online in the past few weeks. I’ve been tearing through draining sessions with piglets while toying with My new favorite long-distance distraction. He shall henceforth be known only as “hungry for cock”. Well, hungry for MY huge latex cock, but I like the shorter version. I find him refreshingly open and eager to please, while maintaining intelligent conversation. Pay attention, pets. This is a skill more males really do need to learn. I do fear the chastity is slowly eating away at his poor mind, though.

You can see some of the evidence of your devotion below, and more in My gift gallery. If you haven’t shown your devotion lately, do so now! I always wonder what My adorable UPS guy thinks about the endless stream of packages. The thought makes Me laugh deliciously. Even he knows I’m a spoiled Bitch who gets whatever She wants.

Britney’s Fantasy Perfume set. Just shush. It smells so good.

The Last Unicorn, Supernatural Season 3, The Complete 6-Disc Omen Collection.

Pretty necklace from slave joseph.

Victorians and the Prehistoric: Tracks to a Lost World, and Art Out of Time.

The Golden Tarot. With gold-dipped edges. So pretty.

Best American Comics 2006, Scooby Doo, Nailed

Wishing Stairs

Old fashioned Halloween Stickers, Foot Works foot scrub to keep my soles baby soft, Victoria’s Secret Sexiest Lips on Earth collection, liquid eyeliner, eyepencil, Victorian Rose bath goodies, Bath and Body Works shimmering spray.

And hey, I can start finding new hunky chew toys to use and abuse. If you’re slightly dorky and sweet, under 30, with a ripped body and a submissive mind, now would be the perfect time to contact Me. No, I’m not going to cheat on your wife with you. No, your kids aren’t My type. No, your dog isn’t either. No, you are not the exception.

This brings Me to a related topic that’s been weighing on My mind. Apparently, somewhere in the elusive Domme Handbook, it says that Mistresses should not fall in love with their slaves. I believe this is rule number six thousand and two, on page three. It’s written in very small type, this mysterious manual of How Things Should Be. Me, I’m a rebel.

The logic behind this oft-stated misconception escapes Me. Well no. I do understand where it comes from. It springs from the same mindset that believes Mistresses should be heartless, mindless fetish puppets, berating, whipping and binding any male or other lowly creature that dares to cross Our path. In short, We should exist only as the perfect, and perfectly cruel, fantasy creatures that get your little peepees so very hard. Oh do let Me smash all of your sadly confused ideals. I couldn’t care less about your penis, except as a plaything. I want to own your heart. I want you to be obsessed with pleasing Me during your every waking moment. I want to haunt your dreams. Whether I’m draining your wallet on a weekly basis or making plans to move you into My house, I expect and demand more from you than mere obedience. I expect total soul-binding devotion, which does not occur without love.

Honestly, do you want to hand control of your life to someone who doesn’t care what happens to you? It may be hot in theoretical fantasy land to have someone you barely know tie you up and torture you, but the reality is far more dangerous. I can be an incredibly sadistic bitch, but I love just as passionately. Loving you does not preclude Me from hurting you. It simply means I know you well enough to hurt you in all the very best ways.

Anyway. At least I have a lot going on to keep My mind busy. I will be traveling beginning next week, until late August. If you live somewhere between Ohio and California, and would like to meet Me, or come out to our shows, now would be the time to speak up! I will be online during that time, but will not be available for calls. I’m considering setting up a new Nite Flirt account, or possibly Talk Sugar again, when I get back. I deleted My accounts and have just been using a cell phone for piggy calls- that way 100% of your money goes directly to Me, where it belongs! But it might be fun to open calls up to a wider audience again.

Also, on August 22, Mistress Ashleigh and myself will be hosting Our first exclusive foot party in Cleveland, OH. Invitations are open to all Ladies with a desire to have their feet pampered and worshipped by a group of adoring males. Whether you desire a simple foot massage and pedicure, an extensive tongue-bath, a human footstool, or a boy to stomp out your frustrations on, We will have someone to meet your needs. Males may purchase an invitation by contacting Me directly. You will receive directions and a list of rules of conduct prior to the party. Space is limited, so contact Me soon!

What else? GoddessJenna.com is up and running, though I’m not yet finished with it. Look on the Links page to add My banner to your own page, myspace, etc. Simply copy and paste the html into your profile. Because the whole world needs to know about Me. I also created a new Yahoo group, to replace the long-lost one. Go join!

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That’s all for now. Some great new gifts from My pets this week. All I have to say is: More!

Hamptons Black Leather Laptop Bag, Star Wars figure, Network Cable Adapter, $600 in cash from piggyface.

Dell laptop.

DVDs: Mission of the Shark, Akira Kurosawa’s Ran, Delicatessen, The Wire Season Two, Cemetary Man, Nasferatu, Prairie Fever, The Storyteller Complete Collection, The Muppets Take Manhattan, Muppets From Space, Books: Sam and Twitch, The Brian Michael Bendis Collection.

Onyx, diamond and gold ring, Onyx and diamond necklace, Moon jewelry box, Gap jeans, Lip color kit, Double Impact lipcolor in Berry, Ultra Color Rich in Rose Suede.

Black Leather Hobo Bag, Black and brown woven leather purse.

miss korea and I went out for dinner and shopping on Friday with a local boy. He’s actually quite witty, and we have fun mocking how aroused he gets while watching us try on shoes and spend his money. We also played with a new girl on Saturday. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy fresh meat. I’ve been strangely almost monogamous since I parted ways with crazy girl, the painslut slave I’d used and owned along with miss korea for several years. It had gotten to the point where I’d done every twistedly sadistic thing I could do to her, short of killing her. So it was for the best, though in some ways she will always belong to Me. And no, not just because she has “Property of Mistress Jenna” tattooed on her ass.

I’ve been having some interesting conversations with new online pets and potential slaves. One, a tender clueless 18 year old, decided by our second conversation that he was going to move in with Me. After being told this wasn’t going to happen, he then proceeded to ask Me all sorts of questions about what being a live-in slave would be like. The hilarious part is that they all centered on what I would do for him. Would I ever let him cum?? Would I let him have sex with Me?? Would I give him a foot job???! Apparently I’m mean for not giving a chance to morons who think that slavery = free room and board+hot foot sex. If that’s all slavery is, I need to seriously consider switching up.

I was asked, by another boy, if Women actually enjoy strap-on sex. This is a question I’m asked pretty often. I’m guessing this perception comes from the lackluster, bored senseless expressions on the faces of the Women in a good deal of strap-on porn. Real life is not like porn, My pets. If it were, all traditional sex would be performed by dye-job blondes with enormous fake breasts, who look like they’d be filing their nails or taking a nap if all that infernal bouncing didn’t get in the way. Back to the really real world: I’m sure some ladies just do it to Please Their Man, but for Me, it’s a sexual and emotional high. I get off on the reversed roles and power exchange. To be blunt, nothing tells a male more clearly that he is your bitch than ramming your cock up his ass or down his throat. My favorite strap-on harness has a pocket to insert a bullet vibrator right against My clit, so I do also reach orgasm while using it.

We’ve been watching episodes of Damages, which is much better than I expected, and I just began reading Carnivorous Dinosaurs.

Here are some recent arrivals from My Wishlist. If you haven’t bought Me something shiny lately, you need to stop being useless and go do so right away. What are you waiting for?

Books: Biology of Marine Mammals; Magnificent Mars, another huge coffee–table type book. I need a bigger coffee table. DVDs: Jericho, the series; A Tale of Two Sisters; The Worst Witch; and Ed Gein.

Titania’s Magical Compendium, Todd McFarlane werewolf action figure, Fred Hayman’s Hollywood Star perfume, Flirt! Flirtatious plumping lipgloss in Pink Pucker and Bronze Pout, Glimmersticks in Diamond Eyes, Bath and Bodyworks Liplicious lipgloss in Candied Apple, Glazewear lipcolor in Bronze, Eyeshadow stick in Metallic Silver and red dress with silver sparkles.

Close-up of werewolf figure.

New sheets and comforter cover, laptop chill pad.

I spent the better part of Sunday curled up in bed with miss korea. Then we had playtime and went out to dinner. It’s hard work keeping that girl in her place and I’m always starving afterward.

Spent some cam and phone time shopping with piggyface. He’s one of my favorite and most long-lasting pets. Don’t worry about his ego swelling, I keep it firmly under My boot. He’s currently in his third month of orgasm denial, the longest he’s ever gone for Me. Why do I take such evil pleasure in denying such a basic desire? It’s more than mere sadism, though. Denying a male’s orgasms forces his mind to focus more clearly on Me. His true pleasure should come from pleasing his Mistress. I view the male organ simply as a playtoy for My torment and torture. When it isn’t amusing Me in some fashion, it should be locked away, untouched.

I didn’t sleep at all last night. This truly must stop. I suppose it gives Me time for My reading addiction- the one good by-product of My raging insomnia. I finished Out of Eden, which turned out to be a sort of travelogue of scientific inquiry, lyrically relating the author’s search for invasive species and their impact. Also finished The Church of Dead Girls and another volume of the Fables graphic novel. Began reading The Girls by Lori Lansens and The Wisdom of Bones: In Search of Human Origins by Alan Walker and Pat Shipman.

Today was spent working, dealing with the tree-trimming guy, then My kickboxing class.

Lovely new packages from the Wishlist and shopping spree boys.

Mutter Museum Historical Medical Photographs, The Wisdom of Bones, Red Glass Star Lamp ( Which matches My bordello of blood bedroom), and Todd McFarlane action figure.

Pretty pink silk crinkle scarf/wrap and glittery red purse.

Silk zebra-print lining of purse.

Books: The Girls, Blood Meridian, For a Few Demons More, Small Mediums at Large. DVDs: The Changeling, The Prestige, The Proposition and second season of Millennium.

And for the girls, Scary Godmother, The Revenge of Jimmy!