This fat assed trucker is pretty much a broke loser. He always paid what he could in R/T sessions and humbly attempted to amuse Me in a plethora of ways! Eating dog food, getting spit on, being bound & gagged, tied and left alone in motel rooms. Fun STUFF!

YEAH! just got woke up by UPS.

So the fatass is fucked? Indubitably!

What I *really* love. Is that I know that F.A.T. was and “is” a completely real time slave. He made it clear he had no interest in online correspondence in a BDSM Fashion. What trucker didn’t realize, was it wasn’t his BDSM fetish he had to watch out for… it was complete PRINCESS ADDICTION.

When moved I down to the states again and I was looking for a new slave and low (no pun intended) and behold… I found a swine on craigslist. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to meet anyone of interest. I received hundreds upon hundreds of messages from one singular post with a picture of My soles! As you all know I am very very picky. Most of My online slaves have ZERO chance of meeting Me. Even catching getting a glimpse of Me on cam is reserved for special occasions and private pictures are for My coveted slaves only. Those seductive images are used to help drive slaves to further destruction at My royal fingertips.

Frankly, I don’t give a fuck about any of your interests! I like myself, scratch that LOVE MYSELF (and my interests), Which is, of course, COMPLETELY logical, because I am the best. Why waste My time on lesser endeavors? ME ME ME ME me. I chatted with f.a.t. and frankly he couldn’t afford Me – but I was bored so I used him. I used him to listen to myself talk for a while (about GUNs, and FREEDOM both things I have a passion for) the fatass assured he would at least attempt to amuse Me… The rest is history.

He’s been sending Me the casual e-mail, but I know – I KNOW that…

you miss Me like crazy don’t you fatass? every waking breathing second… while you are eating those hotdogs and out in that big rig eating up the highways and eating shitty diner food, smoking cigarettes, that you are thinking about ME…! everyday and ALL DAY. It must be soooo hard , not to just turn that rig around and head right down here to Cali to beg Me for a teeny tiny little scrap of attention?

I was quite pleased with the little fat assed trucker recently. I’ll have another post coming soon all about it, but yall bitches will have to wait!

Feeling My power is intoxicating. Like a moth to a flame, you are not just enamored, you are compelled. you can not stay away, not for long, My pull is magnetic.

Do you think you are free, because I allow you to run for short intervals? Do you not feel My power has an even greater hold on you with each time you are pulled back by My magnetic pull. I allow you these little bouts of freedom so you can truly feel how little choice you have. I have a bounty on your soul for eternity. I am your deepest desire.

Once you experience the Princess Addiction, your mind will forever be Mine.

I know you stammer, you stare, you try and figure it out. you attempt to calculate, but you can not decode perfection. Like the beauty of nature just is. I just am that good.

Since your addiction to Me is inevitable. It only makes sense that you desegregate yourself in your suffering. I know you will find great pleasure in your suffering for Me. When you accept Me as your God completely.

How could someone so Cute be so Deadly?

If you continue to struggle. The end result will be the same. Stopping yourself from giving up, running away, and giving into Me will only hurts you. It’s masochistic to deny yourself to the pleasure of pain for My benefit.

It’s time to give into Me, “Buy Me a gift Now,” then comment to proudly share with the world how you’ve spoiled Me expose your degradation.

It’s all mathematical really. My life is great. The Princess Addiction craze is viral and I’m elevating to the top. As the sun and your Deity, I will rule your life until your existence is extinguished and it comes time for Me to collect your life insurance. Yes, you may not know it but your devotion, as a Princess addict. The psychological MIND FUCK you will endure will change your entire life.

Are you a Princess Addict? Ruin your life for Me, just to make Me smile.

Coming back to My hometown for a visit always feels somewhat like I’m at the State Fair.  When the little piggies get word that I’ll be coming, they just go fucking crazy for the chance to get all scrubbed up and curl their tails and show off their best tricks for Me. LOL! I mean, you’d think … I know it seems inredibly tiny to Me after a city with 4 million people, and My travels through the US and Europe, but still.  This place is big enough, with a couple hundred thousand people you’d really think there would have to be at least a few different ways for the boys to amuse themselves.  Maybe even a hot sexy humiliatrix or two?  Although it’s true, My talents for torturing and humiliating males is simply unparalleled. I can’t even count the number of boys who have realized they were submissive through their attraction to Me… or figured out they have a foot fetish… or say turned into a diaper wearing sissy cuckold loser FREAK!  Or developed an uncontrollable addiction to dominant lesbian humiliation- wait, isn’t that every guy?

Speaking of dominant lesbian humiliation My Member’s area is now open on C4SLive, think about it as a little tribute to Me. Dish out $100 and get to see Me, Kat’s A$$, and a few friends of mine like Morgana (who I’ll introduce to you later). The videos that I have to cum? Masturbatory control! While I’m licking Kat’s juicy ass? Forget About it!!! Ha…

But I digress, I guess this is really no different than the way things were in Chicago.  The piggies here are just all the more desperate to see Me in the short time I’m, uh, available? LOL you wish loser.  Let’s get one thing straight right now – you all would STILL have zero chance with this most Supreme Goddess and Humiliatrix even if you lived in My backyard!

So let’s see, in My last diary entry I was filling My money slaves  in on *some* of My trip to Canada so far. I could tell you all about the hotels I stayed at, or the amazing five star restaurants AND the crazy roadside bars in the middle of nowhere bumfuck USA… but, you’re not worth the time, it would take all day to give an adequate account of all My adventures. I use the word adventures a lot, and it’s for a good reason; because interesting and exciting things happen all the time when you’re beautiful, brilliant and the most all around amazing person that everyone you ever meet has ever met.

I’m sure you money slaves  must be dying to know what Kat and I have gotten up to in the last couple days. So while I’m obviously not going to give you ALL the details, heh… well maybe if you beg… anyway, it was a hell of a long road trip getting here, but of course it got stretched out a little by the fact that you freaks were putting me up in luxury hotels every night. HAHA. I would never put up with the kind of travel conditions you do, I neeeeed luxury. So I spent a few days on the road, driving like a total sexy maniac and doing some serious bonding with My fucking hot ass Jeep Cherokee in the process. As a true humiliatrix I have no problem emasculating losers on the road, too… And I spent some serious quality time with My very best kitty friend, mewmew! She had a wonderful time wearing adorable outfits and tricking the border guards into thinking she was people. awwwww

I’m starting to think the ONE and ONLY benefit of being an incredibly pathetic fucking LOSER is that you will never know just how incredibly exhausting it is owning so much stuff! I mean, it is really impossible to wrap one’s head around just how MUCH stuff I have managed to fit into this amazing little apartment of mine! And yes, lol My apartment is on the small side, as you may know… size just isn’t My main criteria. For an apartment that is, OMFG – you and your teeny clitty are STILL shit out of luck, fuckface, so don’t even.

You would think packing up all My countless belongings is a job for slaves, and obviously the heavy lifting *will* be handled by brainless peons, but of course My possessions are too precious to be pawed over by perverts. I do wish My favorite kitty Kat was here to bend over b- uhhh, I mean help Me packing up boxes?? *POUT*

But even though it is terrible time consuming, I do like packing in a way, since virtually all of My many possessions bring up such hilarious memories for Me… memories of past humiliations I put you losers through, like all those pints of delicious warm piggy piss you faggots have been priviliged to drink so you could fill up My lingerie drawers with tiny slips of silk and lace you could never hope to touch… not to mention literally counltess Amazon certificates – I mean, I always tell Myself I’ll get around to adding up just how much piggie money I spend, one of these days just for fun, but *somehow* I’m always just too busy to care. That’s for you to deal with on your credit card bill isn’t it fuckface? Haha that’s right.

So just keep those dollars rolling in puppets, you know I’ve got a LOT of shopping to do in Cali.

Oh being a Money Mistress is hard. Everyone wants what they can’t have…. yet I have everything I want. Since I’ve decided to relocate the (risk for crazy stalkers is decreasing exponentially).… I’ve decided I’m going to start giving you a more intimate close up view of the kind of life I lead here in downtown Chicago. That is before I move on to My next epic adventure. Enjoy it kitties.

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