Make me a offer I can’t refuse.
If you have a temperature I’ll take it!
Make me a offer I can’t refuse.
If you have a temperature I’ll take it!
The first thing I wanted to know when I started my blog was who in the Hell are these Icanhascheezburger people. When I first started my blog, the lol cat was always on the first page at wordpress. I was pondering why so many people comment on their kitten photos! It took a while before I realized that readers were able to add their own pics. Actually I know that this is now the case as Icanhascheezburger has since moved to their own domain. They allow for you to make your own funny kitten picture and have currently branched into funny ferrets photos too. Ahh the simple life of sharing on the internet!
Today while searching for an answer about changing the dimensions of a video I ran across this ICANHASCHEEZBURGER video with Ben Huh. It is weird that there are so many Hatah comments following the video since we all know the development has been a huge success.
There’s a huge gap between what we know and what we need to know to stay afloat during these tough economic times. The city of Chicago recently gave out about 250 pink slips on city jobs. There had been
an ongoing myth that if you were lucky enough to get City Employment your job would be safe and always secure. Not true. All jobs are at risk. Except people who love making cat jokes at Icanhascheezeburger!
Everyone wishes that the could think of some great idea that would drive traffic to their website.
Since really dumb things seem to get tons of traffic on the internet- here is a very silly video of Mystery Mika in a tight pink slip listening to a geek on the internet talk about his success. I am eating a very hot pepper and just being the miltf next door.
Mystery Mika has been very busy over at Pantyhaven attempting to upload at least 2 real videos a week. The work load has run me into the ground. Perhaps I’ve lost part of my mind and needed to just let my hair get tangled. All alone, I am constantly sorting material and trying to keep up the demands of being an internet hottie.
Several times I have run into tech problems because I really don’t know a damn thing about computers or dealing with video files.
For me twitter has been a life jacket in a sea of blood thirsty alligators. Everyone wants a blow job for any help that they can offer me- except my twitter followers. Unfortunately that is not a figure of speech!
If it were not for the geeks at Twitterverse I’d would have given up my dreams of directing and uploading entertainment a long time ago. Mystery Mika is living proof that if you type around a geek somewhere will be happy to answer a technical question without expecting oral manipulation afterwards.
What can I say? The internet has ruined it for the pimps!
Well Summer is just about over. Mystery Mika has been having a great time at Pantyhose Haven but is looking forward to a nice Autumn of taking my Show on the road. Pantyhose Haven may be slowing down. There will only be one Pantyhose video added each week or when I’m motivated.
The good news is that Mystery Mika will be coming to a Beauty Shop near you offering several treats!
The Hair documentation on my somewhat mainstream and low key youtube channel is attracting more views per day than any other thing that I have going. Hair Care and Hair Style is a popular subject which makes me optimistic about taking this Hair matter a step further.
Keep up to date with my Salon Features by subscribing to my youtube channel. I will be documenting special occasion, streaking, frosting , conditioning, relaxer hair processes.
One funny thing that I’ve noticed during my time behind the camera at the Salon is that Fetish does not escape the Beauty Salon. People have fetishes around Rollers and Capes to start. So not to leave any group out Mystery Mika will purposely strike a pose-
I received this email yesterday from a ‘slave’.
Dear Mistress Paris,
I am forever in your debt as it is, Your beauty and presence alone gives me an ache in my loins that runs several souls deep but I dare to bother you with this request anyhow.
Will you please take a bubble bath in your pantyhose and post it on your Pantyhose Haven website.
Today I joined the ranks of many Americans who recently began their ‘unemployment endentureship’. I lost my job today. I can no longer afford my wife or my mortgage. I can live with that but what I can’t live with is no longer being able to afford you. If there is any hope what so ever that you may find a use for a jobless pantyhose slob like myself – I would do anything to be in your graces again.
God be with me.
I am staring down the barrel of a shotgun.
I’ve considered tampering with my brake line at least then as I go over the bridge my wife could get insurance but that would not do you any good.
Mistress please, give me hope
I am a mere Brooklyn Beast with a fetish for your Epic Black Hole
Stroke your long strong legs with coffee nylons and rub them with soap. Dedicate it to me and my hardship. Please take a bath and commit me as your drowning victim.
One last thing, Mistress release me- it is the best way to end it… I am within the clutches of the Noddy Princess J- You can negotiate for my body parts later. For now, I can work for my boss under the table for cash
She uses her teeth too much and I’ll have to hide her phone but she’ll buy me drinks.
In the cruelest way possible she told me that she would never sign another check. Everything that was happening was my fault… Sales are down because of me. People don’t come in as often for meat because my cases aren’t a good display. I’m worthless and should never had been making 28 dollars an hour in the first place!
I deserve my fate. My wife should leave me and I should loose my house. I only gave that job 16 years.
At 44 what can I do put pull the trigger
unless you have mercy on me-Dear Mistress
Sincerely Slave John
“Trust me,” he said as the corner of his lips slightly upturned into a love so tender grin. He was no Elvis.
Without warning, He let her finger slip out of his hand and headed for the dark beckoning night.
She wanted to do exactly that- trust him for eternity. Even though she was standing up, her legs parted to offer him every inch.
He only lightly stroked the outside of her thigh with his fingertips- never even closing his hand or squeezing the twitching flesh.
Please take me with you! Rhonda winced. It did no good. His smile remained the same but his eyes twinkled- throughly pleased by the fact she ached for him to join her.
‘Come back at the end… we can fly home together!’ She begged.
‘Close your eyes, I will be with you all night and the night after that! You will never be alone again, not tonight or any other night- unless you want to.’
His voice was rough and seductive as if he’d been courting the moon.
This is an excerpt- Rhonda’s story of Eros, immortality, love and lusty Vampire Slavery as told by Mystery Mika
Unwilling she squeezed- attempting to hold in the dew droplets that made her insides swell and nipples harden as they seemed to be frozen within the center of the pulsating, rhythmic Altamont Speedway.
Why doesn’t he just take me? She pondered to herself through an Ecstasy- Vino Noir haze. She had drank a lot of wine but the full bodied fermented blossoms did not dampen her craving for his juices. Instead she floated half conscious on a mosaic cloud.
I would do anything he asked of me, at this point in the game- Right or Wrong. She tried to correct her thoughts but her Will was too strong and strung out to listen to reason.
Power driven, the unconcerned patrons strutted and danced for one another. Slightly they pressed their sweating body against hers as they answered the beat of the base guitar. The razor sounds had no impact on her. She only had feelings for him.
There were too many people between them and he was almost at the edge of the massive crowd. For an instant- he paused to tease himself with the neck of a sun dipped brunette and then he moved onto a milky blond. Each invited him. With her eyes completely closed, Rhonda could witness his every stroke before his bite.
According to his whispers, this is how she was to learn to hunt for him if and when there was a need. Even though she was not a killer she looked forward to the moment that she could do something for him. After watching him do it so many times, she thought that she was more than ready to suck the blood out.
The only part that she hated was when he did it- the women experienced so much pleasure before the end came. Rhonda told her self that that pleasure should only be hers but she knew that the closest she would ever get to it would to feed him.
He mocked her jealousy by saying that he preferred his women dripping from all crevices.
In time she would get her chance. The day would arrive that she will be summoned to his rescue. He told her that she is in training for that day. Until then she should focus on getting what she wanted from her power.
So, quietly she watched him dance and hunt the crowd. From where she stood it looked as if he was having the time of his life. Every since she was little , she wanted his kind of Edge.
Rhonda’s noticed how her tongue got hot as soon as he got close enough to grip the unsuspecting next victim.
He circled a blonde’s pale earlobe with his nose. His right hand found its way under her skirt. With a sharp finger nail, he slit her pantyhose. Under her maddening platinum curls he slowly sniffed the back of her extended neck as she tossed her head back to the shrill guitar.
Again, His needle thin fangs located behind his porcelain dentures bite into her jugular vein. The blond sank to her knees in wasted tantrum snatching like an animal at his belt buckle.
Rhonda wanted at least that much from him but her skinned was already peeled and her fibrous muscle was too tough for him to waste. She was a Keeper. He wanted her for something other than a quick meal. He wanted her soul as a host for his afflicted memories. Rhonda was in training to be his Eros Slave for the next century.
In her dreams he made her follow him to the concerts where he liked to feed. As a captive she was made to understand his thirst and intentions. Now that she knew his secrets- she did not want to disappoint or loose him. She felt empty when she angered him and abandoned when he blocked her out of his consciousness. She hated the things he did but could not bare to turn her back on him. Aside from that she wanted the wealth of immortality.
Stay with them. He motioned into the air as he levitated a few feet over the crowd. Go do your thang! Dance, enjoy the music. Let loose…Find a guy or girl. Have some fun, he ordered.
Obediently she stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the opposite direction. Rhonda forced herself not to look back over her shoulder. What he did was his business. If she was lucky she would never see him again.
Unfortunately she was already peeled away too much of her humanity. There was no turning back from the journey she was on. She was mad and would likely die in jail for unmentionable, blood sport crimes if he decided he had no use for her.
I will be becoming a full vampire when he is ready for my service! She tapped her heart. She smiled to herself as she noticed the irregular flutter. As the pounding gets weaker- I get stronger. Good bye 9-5!
Her heart tried to fight but it was no use- her soul was committed to leaving this human slave life behind. She hated the President, the company she worked for and her neighbor’s chihuahua.
Ten years ago, she was at the top of her game. She had a boat house and hot girlfriend. She was average looking and grateful until the War and all the pay cuts that followed. After she lost her job, the only thing that made her feel alive was sex with strange men. The next morning she would scrub herself and try to wash the agonizing desperation down the drain.
Until she met her Vampire Master, she wanted nothing to do with the sinister film of her actions. When she found him, she found herself. He offered her everlasting peace by letting her blood run to her knees. When she was on the brink of life he stuck his ancient cock in her mouth and allowed her to taste a few droplets of his immortality. He withdrew the pipeline before she could get her fill. It was enough how ever to make her rush to the window when he arrived.
On the first night that she flew with him, she had lied to herself. She said that she was only going to do it once his way. She promised that she would beg God for forgiveness and stick to it. She told herself that she would bring him into the light but instead she was engulfed into his velvet lusty night.
His embrace was unforgettable.
His lips moved to overwrite the smoke in the air: ‘there’s plenty of time, you’re not going anywhere alone again- unless you want to!’
Thinking back to the beginning she laughed out loud at her silly worries. Her average girly concerns.
From their first kiss, she knew she was chosen to be his mate. She was annoyed with human artificial hypocrite love.
Now, not only did she want him to have her body; she wanted to give him her silent discretion.
Every time he mounted her, his ivory silhouette was frozen as he pumped because she stopped time to measure his honesty.
Was this true love? Would he commit to her? Did she have what it takes to become a real vampire. Deep down did disbelief still exist? Could she be a monster?
Was there nothing to stop her from making his power her advantage?
Tune in next time for Eros Slave, The Longing as told by Mystery Mika!
Sexy American tap dancer, Singer, Actress and Showgirl Ann Miller (God Bless her Heart April 12,1923 – January 22, 2004) invented the Pantyhose in the 1940’s as a solution to continual torn stockings during filming of dance production numbers. Before Ann’s Pantyhose idea the common practice was to sew hosiery to briefs worn by the Entertainer. At Ann Miller’s request, her hosiery was manufactured for her as a single piece!
Look at this legend go! Mystery Mika wants one of those classy black costumes. The feathered sides make her look so elegant. The black hosiery is a magnificent accent.
Here we have another Ann Miller performance. It is difficult to tell but it looks as though she has sewn black appliques to the hips of her hosiery. I may be able to whip up a Mystery Mika version of this costume.
Now enjoy Ann’s yellow bottom shaking the blues away! Love it baby. This is show biz all dressed up in beautiful expressive Pantyhose. All Hail the Inventor!
Are you in love with Ann Miller yet? If you have a Pantyhose fetish then watching the Showgirl who put the panty and the hose together is too damn hot!
Kisses Cadettes! Yet another Mystery unfolds. This Pantyhose summer of 2008 will be amazing as we push and run with the Pantyhose.
Happy Wednesday Pantyhose Slave. As I sit here soaking up the sun and typing to you I am sweating into the soft cotton crotch of my magnetic nylons that are clinging to my browned sturdy legs. I’ve been dancing all night.
In about an hour I’m on my way to dance some more and sweat some more into the silky pores of my pantyhose.
When I get to work I may just decide to switch pantyhose for a cooler pair… these ones will be baked with my crotch candy by the end of the drive… depends on whether or not I open the sun roof and part my thighs.
If there’s time, I’ll stop at the drug store to pick up an entirely fresh box or two of pantyhose. My work bag is crammed with moderately used stockings and sheer to waist pantyhose. If I want to wear those some more I really should do it while I am at home.
The best way to sweat in my pantyhose at home is to take my dog for a run while wearing the nylons under my jogging pants.
I much rather do that to insure quality Mystery Mika Pantyhose to my Pantyhose Sluts than to than to wear three at a time in the summer.
Be sure to instant message your Pantyhose Mistress today at http://firstname.lastname@example.org for a delicious pair of Pantyhose.
If you are in Chicago, stop in at Bobby’s Bar you get them fresh out of my steaming bag.
All tributes are accepted with paypal.
Mika’s Pantyhose 4 more Vitamin F (FUN) are $25. Not only is Mystery Mika wearing them for Fun… Mika’s Pantyhose are officially for Sale!
Make ’em runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn sluts!