I slam my church bedroom door shut and practically dive for my laptop, my heart racing in anticipation.  I’d spent hours the last several days on my latest set of sub-Goddess Stacy photos, paying for [sexy photo shoots at a number of bedroom settings in Hera](https://www.reddit.com/r/FemdomMatriarchy/comments/1sahr09/subgoddess_stacys_blog_like_and_subscribe_some/). They were undeniable thirst traps, shameless bait designed specifically to catch the attention of Goddesses in Hera and entice them to DM me for a one night stand.

And I am ready for my efforts to finally pay off.  I click open my inbox hoping for a demanding message from some Goddess I do not know, telling me exactly where and when to show up for a hookup.  *Zero messages from interested Goddesses.*  A wave of disappointment washes over me .  But just as I am about to close my laptop, a ping from my blog’s mention tracker catches my eye.  Someone had tagged me in their own blog.  I click and it is not at all what I had hoped for.  It is that same damn [sub-Goddess](https://www.reddit.com/user/Fragile_Doll/) who keeps taking shots at sub-Goddess Stacy, calling her (and really me) a cosplaying sub-Goddess and “subby Barbie.”  Her [latest blog post](https://www.reddit.com/r/FemdomMatriarchy/comments/1saxo9j/spilling_the_tea_and_wiping_it_up_entry_6_the/) is taking swipes at my sub-Goddess Stacy blog post with my thirst traps.  A “pick me sub-goddess is the worst kind of sub-goddess.” “Desperate for attention.”  “She only wants to be arm candy.”

I read and reread her post and I let out a scream of pure rage, my hands balling into tight fists as I glare at the screen.  How dare this bitch!?!? The sheer audacity of this keyboard warrior tearing me apart sends a shockwave of white-hot, blinding fury straight through me  I slam my fist down onto my desk. My vision tunnels, the edges of the room blurring as my eyes lock onto the glowing screen.  How dare this self-righteous brat accuse me of being a low quality sub-Goddess!?!  Doesn't she know who I am!?!  OK, she probably doesn’t.  She probably thinks I am some just sub-Goddess and she likely has no idea I am actually Queen Alex in disguise.  But if she wants to paint me as a weak, desperate "pick me" sub-Goddess, she is about to find out exactly how vicious I can really be.

In a rage, I snatch up my phone.  I [scream an enraged voicemail](https://images2.imgbox.com/a1/3d/5akrHfZZ_o.png) to [Melissa](https://www.reddit.com/user/Rainbow_And_Sunshine/), who is currently standing in for me as Queen.  I [type a furious email](https://images2.imgbox.com/43/31/XlZBPQpc_o.png) to [Head of State Jess](https://www.reddit.com/user/Miss-SillyGirl/), who I suspect knows this she-pig.  [I leave an expletive-laden voicemail](https://images2.imgbox.com/1b/61/QDNN1dah_o.png) with the maid company that I *think* employs this she-pig.  I [send a string of furious texts](https://images2.imgbox.com/a5/e2/vlhHdlKC_o.png) to the Cadets group chat.  All of my messages are identical in substance, though my group chat message to the Cadets and my voicemail to the she-pig’s possible employer make no mention of the *why* since I can’t have them knowing I am secretly cosplaying as a sub-Goddess:  I want this uppity she-pig found and punished.  Then I want the she-pig locked into one of the “paddling and caning booths” during the Founding Day/Sunshine birthday celebrations so that all the Goddess attendees can unknowingly punish her on my behalf.

When I finish sending my messages, I regret that I have repeatedly used the epithet and slur “she-pig” in them.  I have tried to lead a campaign to get our society (and my [Bestie](https://www.reddit.com/user/Rainbow_And_Sunshine/)) to stop using that disgusting term.  But this bitch ***is*** a she-pig if there ever was a she-pig!

I am still so angry and in such a bad mood.  Thankfully, I have a blindfolded [whipping pig](https://www.reddit.com/user/Magggot4life/) to viciously whip to work out some my anger.  I think to myself that once I am back on the throne, I will make this she-pig my whipping she-pig.

Pick me sub-Goddess? Pick me sub-Goddess!?! Who does this she-pig think she is!?!