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Princess Sierra,

Please excuse if this message rambles, although i will do my best to ensure it does not.

Three days ago i found myself mesmerized and brainwashed by Your words and feminine charms. Acceptive of my helplessness i tried to weasel through with the minimal $20 donation offered on Your website, however as explained at the time i instead found myself motivated to contribute $50.00.

i do not know how You brainwashed or otherwise captivated my submissive cravings, but each of the past few days i found myself thinking of You and Your powers of persuasion. Although unable to resist these thoughts, i was able to resist acting upon them.... until now. Having enjoyed a few social drinks with friends this evening, i again found myself thinking of You and visiting Your site. Tonight as i read Your Alcohol Therapy page i found myself compelled to tomorrow purchase the ingredients for the first of your drinks... Your Long Island Iced Pee... the first obvious clue i am being manipulated and brainwashed into Your boozer loser. As much as i dislike the term, my male weakness, stupidity and actions confirm i indeed am the helpless fly caught in the Princess majestic spiders web.

Having had a few and clicking upon Your voicewave "drinkdrink.wav" icon, i found myself searching for anything that would ggestion. Not sure what it is, however the only bottle of booze in the shop has been kicking about for a number of years. It has remained untouched since it's discovery when we moved in. As the dust, unrecognized brand name and brittle broken cork testify this is a very old neglected bottle of alcohol that has remained unneglected until Your words of encouragement. As i take a photo and partake of the contents, i feel it burn down into my gut and wonder if this Holland booze is rocket fuel left over from the Second World War... deadly stuff indeed!

In such a state, as i read Your words and gaze upon Your photos on Your "What Ails You" page, i find myself totally under the spell of Your anesthesia and craving to be Your patient as You play doctor, leaving Your scars and bruises as enticement and a reminder.

This is crazy... as much as i fear it and resist it, i realize You have already brainwashed and exploited my foolish male weakness. Although able to contain my submissive cravings while sober, Your insight as to the affects of alcohol have proven accurate as i find myself contributing a further $75 to Your cause within a few short days. Absolutely i am under the affect of Your anesthesia as You slowly slice me open and leave Your scars as testament to Your skills and ability. Although warned in advance of the regret and big ouchie that will follow, it matters naught as i find myself enticed into the addiction of Princess Sierra. Yes the big Ouchie is coming... the credit card statement with its US/Canadian currency conversion rate. It will be a shock, i will regret my helpless stupidity, yet there is nothing i can do to change events. i am just another stupid, exploitable male at the clever mercy of doctor Princess Sierra.

i am definitely feeling the effects of this Holland "Fockink" booze and it is not good as both my stomach and head are starting to ache. Although i have partook of only a small amount and common sense tells me to stop, i find myself in desire of another drink as it will add to my suffering later and render me a even bigger helpless dumbass suffering for Your pleasure.