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| PHOTO BY LORI NOVO *** MODEL POISON IVY Written by Java Junibalya |
Are you are little short on cash? Are
you tired of your friends rolling their eyes every time you hit them up for
some cash? Are you tired of camping out
on bar stools for a couple of hours to earn a few lindens? Do you think working for the “man”, for a
dollar an hour, is pathetic?
On a side note, does anyone work for the “woman”?. Sometimes I feel like I work for my dog—my dog tells me to “feed me”, “pet me”, “take me for a walk”, “I just played with a skunk, wash me with tomato juice”…
On a side note, does anyone work for the “woman”?. Sometimes I feel like I work for my dog—my dog tells me to “feed me”, “pet me”, “take me for a walk”, “I just played with a skunk, wash me with tomato juice”…
If this is your situation (i.e. you prefer not to work for the man nor the woman nor the pet and yet, you want to be fabulously wealthy)…then I have the perfect solution for you. Get a money slave. No No No…get your mind out of the gutter… I am talking about a money slave, not a gigolo.
Think of a money slave as a walking cash register that follows you around. They come in really handy when you go on shopping sprees. They follow you around the store. Any time you see something you want (hhhmmm…I don’t know….maybe a dog that can take care of itself…no wait…that’s a cat), you tell the walking cash register to buy the item. I am not kidding…these walking cash registers actually exist…they firmly attach themselves to masters and mistresses.
Well…that’s nice…what if you need a little help scrapping up the rent money. No problem. Tell your walking cash register to become an ATM machine. Some of them actually have avatars that look like ATM machines.
I won’t even pretend to tell you that I understand the dynamics of a mater/slave relationship—I don’t. From the money slaves that I have seen, the only thing they seem to want is a master who will give them some of their time. Some of these money slaves are so grateful, they take off all of their clothes, kneel down in front of their master’s photo, and pay homage; the master’s tip jar fills up fairly quickly.
If anyone wants to know my opinion of this whole thing….I prefer to earn my money the old fashioned way—find a rich girlfriend.
