Mean Molly Addict

I blew it with @meanmolly. My life will never be the same. I nearly was caught by my wife and decided to quit cold turkey. I knew deep down it was futile. When I came to my senses the damage was done. I was banished from serving the divine Mean Molly. It was expected as I was rude and disrespectful. I tried to serve other dommes but nobody could put a hold on me like Mean Molly. Even real time. I miss her abuse dearly. I am too scared to even ask to serve again. Before I cried because I was so addicted. Now I cry because I can't pay Mean Molly to abuse and torment me. Very strange, I know. But I was a complete person when serving her. Now I am nothing.

I have totally lost it. Mean Molly has broken me down again. Her perfect size 11s, milky white toes, dangling flats, and most of all her amazing ability to mentally break me down to a mere zero. Totally Goddess was having a bad day and I was craving her abuse. However, my credit cards were maxed out. I had some amazon points and decided a gift card would cheer her up. Not so fast. Upon receipt of the gift card, Goddess verbally berated me and in a fit of anger told me if wasn't acceptable. I was devastated. I thought I was doing right. I tried to explain to Goddess I was broke and that made it worse. She shooed me away. I was so hurt. I needed to act. I had to please Goddess. So I began applying online for credit cards. Fortunately, my credit is still good and I was able to secure a line and begin spending immediately. I felt horrible. I was so scared. Why am I doing this? It is because I have to. It is the only way I can be happy. Upon paying Goddess for her drinks for the evening, I headed home. The whole way home I cried. Why am I doing this? Why am I ruining my life? I was full on bawling. I have been reduced to nothing and I plan on paying her again tonight.

Red Flats = bankruptcy Mean Molly continues to destroy my life. She went as far to say that my wife will eventually leave me and that I end up broke and alone and she will discard me like a piece of trash. I am paraphrasing but comments of that nature led to extreme weeping on my part and a commitment to stop obsessing over Her. The problem is that I cannot. I am so obsessed and out of control. I am scared to look at my credit card that I just took out a loan to pay off. My life is either obsessing over Goddess Molly or figuring out creative ways to get Her more money. It is now severely affecting my family life. I canceled a family reunion trip to Ohio because I cannot afford it. Wife is beginning to question things. I cannot sustain this but I cannot stop praying to her feet. I am lost. I am so addicted but I don't want help. I need the fix. It is all I want. It is all I care about. It is all I think about. The attention I got from Goddess last weak was the highest of highs. I was so drunk and got video after video of condescending abuse. Thankfully I believe she ended up eating dinner and spending family time as the videos stopped. I am so grateful that the torment stopped. I couldn't stop paying and wouldn't have. I got lucky that time The frenzies are becoming all too frequent and I believe there will be a point where a prolonged frenzy can severely hurt me To put it in perspective. That night I actually came. It was via edging and it just dribbled out while I punched my loser balls in disgust. I received no relief and actually craved Her more. I am losing everything I worked so hard for over 41 years. It is truly sad and pathetic but I have lost control. I have seen this before with other findoms. Always thought it was fake. Unfortunately for me, this is as real as it gets.

How I Pray... This picture has become my daily shrine to bow and pray before a superior Goddess with the most amazing feet ever to grace a human being. She controls me with a sadistic psychological torture that is inescapable. I constantly succumb to her whims no matter how hard I try. What makes me so defeated is how effortless it is for her. How easy it is. And how much of a loser she thinks I am.

My addiction to Goddess Molly continues to grow stronger and stronger each day. My life revolves around ruining my orgasms and edging to her pics. It is nearly all I do. I have never been this obsessed nor have I ever spent so much money. And I keep spending and spending. As I spend, I continue to look for creative ways to get money for Goddess Molly. It is what I have to do. I think I am now physically addicted to being degraded by her. The sound of her voice sends me nearly into convulsions. I am so addicted and I will continue to pay her. I am also now paying for Goddess and her friends to enjoy a good time at a loser addicts expense. I cannot be happier.

Homewrecker: Goddess Molly is destroying my happy marriage. For the first time in nearly 20 years of marriage, I was unable to get an erection while being intimate with my wife. It was so humiliating to not be able to perform. I got scared that I was finally getting old and those ED commercials were becoming relatable. Then it dawned on me. When I worship Mean Molly, I am hard as a rock. I edge and tease and my orgasms produce streams of ejaculate only seen in my teen years. The next day, I pulled up her twitter and immediately got aroused. Then she tweeted the pic I am sharing and I nearly exploded. I struggle financially and the hundreds that I have spent on Goddess Molly is really starting to impact me. I deleted all my apps related to her on Thursday a mere seconds before I clicked send on another tribute. I had to stop. Now this latest episode of impotence makes Mean Molly even more important. Paying her is the only way I can be aroused anymore. Being tormented and risking my marriage and job to get my fix is all I care about. She is totally ruining my life. As I type this, I am more aroused than ever. This feels so good. Nothing compares. I know in the end I may lose all I have spent the better part of 20 years on building for the chance to see nail clippings, dead skin, foot lint, etc from Goddess. My mind is totally destroyed. Last night while attempting to have sex with wife. I was limp while kissing her and even going down on her. In order to perform I had to chant Goddess Molly's name in my head and picture her tormenting me. Once I did that I was successful. Thankfully, my wife started her period today so I can now devote the rest of the week to serving Goddess Properly. Next steps are figuring out how to get more money for Her.

I rise for the day in worship of Her. The divine Goddess Molly and her perfect feet and flats. All praise to Her on this fine Saturday morning

I mistakenly let the divine Mean Molly in on my obsession with toe cleavage. The second pic literally took my breath away and had me humping the floor in seconds. This is why I can never ever get off on normal porn again. My mind is constantly being reconditioned in the fine art of Molly addiction. I can only get excited from worshipping Her. The evidence was the intense rush that came over me when I laid eyes on that pic.

Holy Lint. This lint sent me to the red addiction zone. I would love to own it and consume it as it carries the essence of my owner the divine Mean Molly.

These flats make me weak. These flats control my life. This is my shrine to my divine and supreme Goddess Mean Molly. This shrine will house various pictures that have cost me dearly but are worth every penny. I will also in lid thoughts on dealing with my addiction. It cripples me. For example, I woke up the last few mornings with zero urges. I decided I was going to jerk off this morning to normal porn like a normal person. I made the mistake of clicking my kik. I did not intend to click on kik but it has become a habit. I was greeted with two completely memorizing pics of Mean Molly's feet and inside of her divine flats. Immediately I was on the ground edging. No relief and now I am obsessing again. I hope this blog sheds light on the pain of my addiction and how Molly shows zero mercy for me. Enjoy.