Those of you who feel a need to buy me presents, that is.

I want you to go to www.greendotonline.com and put your zip codes into the ‘Find A Store’ search box. When a store close to you pops up? I want you to go to that store, gift cash in hand, and buy a Green Dot RELOAD card. You’re going to do this, because instead of the lovely gifties I get from each of you, you’re going to buy me plane tickets to go out to California in November to watch my 18 year old nephew graduate from Marine Corps boot camp. Now I know times are getting tougher, but that’s why I’m cutting each of you a break. I’m not going to make just ONE of you buy My plane tickets, or pay for My rental car. You’re going to do it little by little, just the same way I’ve taken over each of your minds.

THAT’S my good boys….

Things have been crazy busy in Olivia-world, folks.  I graduated and went full-tilt into the job hunt!  The good news is, I passed my licensing exams.  The bad news is, I’m still hunting a permanent position.  Looks like I may do a year as a good old fashioned social worker before i shift into private therapeutic practice, just to have a steadier source of income.

That having been said, monetarily it’s been tighter than average, but thanks to a few of you, I’ve been lavished with lovely gifts!  More wonderful bath things from LUSH, new games, new shoes, a GORGEOUS antique silk shawl from T - how long did you have to save for that, dear? - and two 100$ gas cards, which I’ll be using when I go out to CA in November to watch my nephew graduate from Marine Corps Boot Camp.

More soon, now that I have a little time to update again:)

I just spent almost ten hours with no power.  some drunk-ass fool managed to take out THREE telephone poles, from the corner down to past my house.  I have been without power, and more importantly, without AIR CONDITIONING, since about 11:45 last night.

What kind of fucking MORON gets that drunk on a wednesday night?  I ask you! Especially given that last night?  it was fucking 80 degrees outside, all night, due to be in the high 90’s later today, and it’s 9AM and already 88.

I had a lovely boy staying with me for a few days this week, I’ll call him T. T is a foot fetishist. Third most common fetish, after tits and ass, and yet, for some reason, people who like feet are considered freaks.

If they’re freaks, I’m the Queen of Hawaii.

Let me tell you. This boy knows feet, and how deliciously sensitive they can be. With fingers tongue and lips, he worshiped my feet in a fashion suitable for ANY Goddess. I can’t even begin to explain to the uninitiated the level of sensations created by someone who knows feet and knows all the wonderful ways to stimulate them.

Let’s just say, Miss Olivia had a VERY good week;)

I’m a Mistress of few voiced public opinions.  But one thing I will NOT tolerate is molestation of a child, kiddy porn, and age play.  There’s a sick little monkey trolling around on NF right now, calling a number of my girlfriends there wanting them to roleplay a child.  Not a teen, not even a tween.  A child.  Under age ten.  I am UTTERLY disgusted.

If this is your kink?  Don’t bother to ever contact me.  You will receive nothing but a loud >CLICK< as I hang up on you, and then you’ll receive a knock on the door from local law enforcement, because I WILL be reporting your nasty worthless ass to Playfair.

Every time I drive through PA, something shitty happens to my car.  A few years ago, when I was driving a 1961 Ford Falcon, I was driving through PA and my alternator ate itself.  I sat in a motel in Breezewood PA for FOUR DAYS, waiting for a shop to fix it.  Turns out, parts for a ‘61 Falcon?  a little hard to come by.

This time, I’m cruising up through the Alleghenies, on my way to Niagara Falls, when my transmission starts slipping.  I spent four days in a Quality Inn (misnomer from hell, if you ask me) waiting for a rebuild to be finished on my transmission so that I could go home.

I’m sorry to disappoint all you PA bitches, but I don’t think I’ll be going back through your state any time soon.  My wallet gets angry when I take 1800$ out of it unplanned.

Speaking of which, in an attempt to recoup some of the cost of my tranny having to be replaced (man that sounds so much more interesting than what really happened), I’m going to offer a photo special.  I’ll keep you posted here, and perhaps send out a mail on NF to let you know the specifics;)

let me just go on record and say, getting a masters’ degree is totally putting me off pursuing my PhD. anytime soon.  I need a break and a spa day!

Thankfully, it looks like I’m going to pass all my courses this semester, which means, may 11?  I am DONE, graduated and on my way into private practice:)

In other Olivia News, I  have discovered an unhealthy love of fresh croissant.  I was never that impressed with then when I’d gotten them before, but I made a trip to a local bakery that has totally changed that outlook - they make light, buttery, incredibly flaky and delicate croissant that just melt in your mouth, they’re so good.

Let’s see….. new batch of Lush bath stuff showed up, thanks to my good boy, Kevin, and a set of really lovely Henckels knives for my kitchen courtesy of James.  James sent me the knives as a present on his birthday:)  Also about 400$ in Amazon gift cards, and a single gram of .999 fine gold, which i must say in incredibly sexy to hold.

Oh!  I also took in a pair of kittens, I’m calling them Caesar and Azalea at the moment, we’ll see if those names stick or if they rename themselves.

I’ve been working Niteflirt when I can, but the last couple of weeks have been terribly sporadic:(  I should be on more now that finals are done, though.  More soon, boys, I’ve got a play party coming up next weekend, and a trip to New York the weekend after that…  I’ll be blogging from the road, on my pretty little Vaio;)

…. and I’m a Lushie.

With all the fabulous soaps and bath bombs and creams that showed up?  I’m a convert.  Joy of Jelly/SexBomb is the BEST scent, and zomg is it sexy!  Karma, while being a blend of orange and patchouli, somehow manages to COMPLETELY avoid smelling like unwashed hippie and smells FANTASTIC.   Any time you boys want to send me more Lush?  I am ALL OVER THAT.  Gimme.

A TON of LUSH cosmetics showed up today, thanks to at least one enterprising boy visiting my wishlist. I’ve got so much wonderful stuff now for totally decadent bathing, I may go home tonight and take a bath before I get on Niteflirt and do anything else.

there’s Karma cream, which is just incredibly luscious on my poor dry knees and elbows. I think I need to get Lee over here to give me a pedicure with this stuff, it’s AMAZING! Also Karma soap and solid perfume, which is going to be awesome. There’s bubble bars, which are basically solid bubblebath (use aboutr 1/3 of the bar, broken up into the tub at a time) in a fantastic violet/lily scent, and what they call hot milk? which is vanilla and cream and sweet and just yummy and relaxing. There’s honey soap and Jungle conditioner, and solid shampoo in Lady Godiva and New! and Trichomania scents, and a ton of soaps and free samples! I can’t wait. I want to take a fabulous soaking bath with one of the bath bombs, maybe the Land of Milk and Honey one, or Sex Bomb….

Thanks, boys, I do so love to be spoiled!

OK, everyone, get your blankies and cocoa, and gather round, we’re going to have Story Time!

Today’s story is a cautionary tale of a boy we’ll call… Zack.

Zack was a wonder of modern homo sapiens - and proof that Darwin is WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. Zack, see, has a chastity fetish. He has others, but we’ll get to that in time. As most of you know, I do hypnosis, and I’m pretty damned good at it. Zack wanted desperately to partake of a trance session… but he wanted to feel what it was like to be in a woman’s body while he was under. So, of course, I obliged, because the idea of giving him big fat titties makes me giggle. (I’d post a picture of him but the only pics I have involve making him cum all the way up his chest and send me proof. Suffice it to say he’s extraordinarily fair-skinned and REALLY geeky. ) OK, so let me back up a sec. Chastity fetish, Darwin, Zack…. Yeah. He was in chastity, locked up, with my darling Lotus as Keyholder. And, because he had this strange idea that he might get lucky with his ex-girlfriend (they’re exes for a good reason, dumbass!), he decided to get himself out of chastity without telling Lotus. Well, not having a key, he thought and thought and thought til his thinker was sore - I figure it took about three minutes to get there. And he decided to take matters Into His Own Hands.

In his amazing conclusion, the cure for his little locked-up-cock problem was, “find a way to remove the lock.” Seems like a reasonable thing, yes? I know, it made sense to me, too. What DIDN’T make sense was the method employed by our hero to REMOVE the lock. Dumbass Zack busted out the BENCH GRINDER, and cut the lock off his junk. Now, I dunno about you guys but were I in possession of a penis, actually attached to my body? I sure as HELL wouldn’t let a bench grinder within about 15 feet. So. He cut the lock off, and wonder of wonders, did NOT wound his boy bits!

He ended up not getting lucky with the ex, and now he’s got to explain himself to Lotus. Let’s skip a bit here, wherein she is Not Amused, and turns him over to me for a while.

I did some hypno with him, simple addiction work, trigger words, and because it amused me, the sensation of E-cup boobies weighing down his chest. He responded remarkably well to that, almost TOO well - if you know what I mean… I think really, deep inside, Zack wants to be a woman. It’s almost enough to make me want to make him pay for a trip to Thailand to get him a chop job. ANYWAY. So, Zack is doing fine as one of my Boys, learning well, and then flubs it all up. so, I tell him to hit the road.

Three months later, he comes crawling back, begging me to put him in chastity and do more hypno. So… I make a grand mistake. I give him a second chance.

This is why I don’t DO second chances. If any of you boys get upset because you’ve been cast out of My presence? You can blame Zack.

I told him, straight up. Three things. A call, a tribute on Niteflirt, and a return to making daily blogposts on an LJ set up specifically for me to read.. If he did all three, it would show he was sincere in his intentions to do his servitude correctly. The blog was summarliy updated, the call was scheduled, no tribute arrived. I figured, eh, do the call and tribute at the same time, some guys prefer that… giving the benefit of the doubt, you see.

The blogposts in the two days between allowing him back into my service and the day we were going to do the call should have tipped me off, but I admit, I believed he really DID want a second chance. I told him I wanted 250 words on the nature of sacrifice and what it meant to him. I read his blog that day and there was a sad, sad little plea for me NOT to make him give up anything he liked and how sacrifice wasn’t fair to expect of anyone, let alone a subbie.

Our IM that evening was a sad, sad thing. He asked, over and over again for pictures of My breasts so that he could obsess over them. I told him no, over and over again, because he hadn’t fulfilled all three requests.

So, we did the call… more hypnosis. great big huge boobies for Zack! No tribute for Miss Olivia. So I prodded him a bit about it.

Come to find out, he decided, in his infinite wisdom, that paying me for a call and sending me a tribute were the same thing. Now I’m here to tell you, boys, it’s really, really not.

I’ll be continuing this post shortly, I just want to get THIS much posted, so I don’t forget.