Just who do you think you are fooling trying to hoard your paycheck, and not sacrificing everything for Goddess. It’s so sad that you actually think you can handle money? It would feel so much better spoiling GODDESS with the money in HER hands.

So why in the world do you even pretend that you want this money? That it will bring you happiness. Financial Domination is the path to happiness

Lessons in being an elegant bimbo.

Dress for Success

There are several things that must be done if you want to be a proper bimbo. Today, we are going to have the most important lesson and that is to look like an escort. When people look at you I want them to assume that someone somewhere is going to be paying you for sex, but not just *straight up fucking* companionship but arm candy as well. It is important that when someone gazes at you that their first though is “I bet she fucks for money.”

It is doubly important to look elegant but don’t forget to be mysterious as well. Sure, you fuck for money… but your man is going to have to take you to Red Lobster first! or to the Denny’s. It really depends on how good you look!

But bimbo, you are going to need to remember that you do more than just “fuck for money”. You, bimbo, provide an invaluable service! That is, aside from being a vessel for cum.

You have to ask yourself? How am I going to be a classy escort instead of just some bar whore? Attire! That’s right. Attire is the  simple the first step, the most important step, it’s what separates “street walking cock suckers” from “Denny’s escorts”. Wearing a fishnet top, pink bra, and hot pants may seem like a fun idea, and I’m sure that all you sissy faggots would have a great time dressing that way, but if you do, then you are going to look like someone who blows truckers at the Flying J. Yes, while that can be fun AND exciting, it’s not what I am shaping you to become. I find it FAR too vanilla for you to dress like a hobo hooker who shops at Goodwill.

SO instead what you should wear is a tiny black dress. SO simple yet far too complex for you mindless faggots to figure out. Something tiny, soooo tiny that I want men to look at you and stare at your ass because it looks as if your ass is going to show at any second. That tinier the better. That goes for any outfit – but it has to look classy at the same time.

Party girl

Next is makeup and hair. This REALLY separates classless bimbos from the elegant sluts. I want your skin to look flawless, I want your hair to look perfect, and I want your makeup to look beyond fabulous. Everything must match and go together.

This is where I come in handy… because without Me… chances are you have the outfit matching capability of Helen Keller. Without MY divine assistance… you would end up hooking over at the Flying J in a outdated 80′s wedding dress, (I can promise  you is a sure fire way to have a conversation with a cop). Make sure to also have a wardrobe of wigs! One for everyday at the very least. A blonde and a black one are a must! Ladies must change up their looks. I can’t tell you which style to get because really that depends on how jacked up your face is! and of course how well you do make up.  Your shoes must match as well, nothing in the universe is quite as revolting as a dumb whore who can’t match her shoes to her outfit. You might as well cut off your feet if you are going to do that.

I know you sissies are no closer to being an elegant lady than you were before you read this. Which is fine, because that is why I am here. I am here to dress you, mold you, and transition you into becoming an elegant bimbo. There are other things that you have to concern yourself with like body language and having giant stripper tits.

It has come to My attention lately that it can be difficult for certain submissives to accept their role as My cuckold with grace and dignity. They choose instead to fight it, feeling that they are justified in acting resentful and hurt that I would presume to make such an attack on their poor sad little feelings! As if somehow the act of serving Me and being owned by Me entitles them to ownership of My body, or even some kind of say in what I do with it! LOL! It’s not only absurd, but it’s wrong and destructive for any submissive to be resentful and jealous of any real men I should choose to spend My time with, to spend your money with, and to have mind blowing unbelievable sex with. And I will explain just why that is!

Part of being a true slave is being happy for your Mistress whenever good things happen to Her, and enjoying everything that real men have to offer Me is absolutely a good thing. For your part, My cuckpet, it only makes sense to enjoy being a proper little bitch instead of sitting there sulking about how you can’t get the woman you were so foolish to desire, and obsessing in a negative way over the fact you can never be with Me…

Don’t sulk about being pathetic, cuckold. Embrace it! You are never going to be a real man, so if you don’t accept what you really are, it’s literally like you’re refusing to exist. I’m not telling you all this because I will be losing any sleep if you have an empty, completely unfulfilling existence without servitude and submission and the rewards they bring. But as a superior Being I do feel I have a responsibility to explain what I know to you, the little worm, because I know it can be quite the lengthy struggle for you to figure things out for yourself!

I am very fond of cuckolds, because it shows that you understand society’s rules are unimportant relative to Me. You put your God and Her needs and desires first, subjugating your more natural instincts to jealousy and resent, in favor of a better way of life. A cuckold who embraces his role is committed to contributing whatever he can to his Goddess being happy and fulfilled.

You really have to understand, to the core of your being, that being sexually fulfilled in whatever way We please is every Superior Female’s absolute right. And the rights of Superior Women are absolutely sacred.

I get a lot of emails via Niteflirt and through My regular email from guys who tell Me that they desperately want to call and speak to Me over the phone. Which is of course totally understandable. But the surprising thing is just how terrified you are to pick up that phone and call Me, loser… you know who you are. You are shy, you’re afraid, you don’t know what to expect, and so on.

Why is it that you’re so afraid, loser? Are you afraid that I will prove just as addicting as My title claims? Perhaps you worry that I’ll soon find out all your deepest, darkest secrets; that you won’t be able to help yourself from humiliating yourself past what you can possibly bear. Maybe you think that I will lose My good opinion of you from speaking to you over the phone, and never again will you have My respect and admiration!

Well, honey, let Me disabuse you of these notions once and for all! The fact is, you have absolutely nothing to lose from calling Me and allowing yourself to be laid bare. I have no respect for anyone who refuses to take action, to go after what they want and to be themselves regardless of social pressures. I automatically have a better opinion of those who understand their own needs and desires, and take steps to fulfill them.

In My life I have always known exactly what to do to go about achieving My goals and fulfilling My will. Just because you are submissive doesn’t mean you don’t have the ability to get your own needs met, and pretending that you have no control over your actions because of fear is just silly. You aren’t tricking Me, loser. You will never trick Me. I am smarter than you, I’m your Superior in every way – but I’m also here to help you. I can help you explore and understand your identity, in a way no other Dominatrix can.

It’s true, I’m Princess Addiction for a reason – it’s the truth! And I suppose it’s only fair that you be aware of this fact before you ever even hear My addictive voice! I am truly amazing when it comes to phone domination. I can hypnotise you with My voice, I can see your thoughts, even the ones you don’t know you have. I can read you like a book, and I know just exactly what to do with the information I gather through My seemingly superhuman powers of perception. I will know exactly what it is that you crave as a submissive, what you need to be happy, even if you don’t – and I can make it happen as easy as batting My eyes. So if you contact Me looking for reassurances that when you call, I will do everything to hold your hand and keep you safe and comfortable, you’re wasting My time. I am not your phone sex babysitter, I am literally The Best at phone domination, and I WILL blow your fucking mind.

A word about My attitude towards Role Playing between Myself and My Subbies

Hottest Roleplay Ever

I am approached by a lot of submissives querying whether I am “into roleplaying” in general, and more specifically, would I be interested in indulging their particular roleplaying fantasy. As with so many other questions, I do not have a quick and simple answer to this one. When it comes to whether I like roleplaying? The answer really has nothing to do with Me, loser, and everything to do with you. It is completely up to you, and whether the scenario you are outlining is befitting to Me. Ask yourself whether you really think it’s something that I can find interesting and entertaining.

Traditionally, Superior Humans such as Myself have aalways used inferior ones as playthings for Our amusement! It’s like a dog running up to Me with a toy, wanting Me to play its favorite game. If it is a good dog and pleases Me with its demeanor, and begs for My attention in a fitting manner, it is rewarded. I will play along and enjoy the game very much!

But if doggie doesn’t know how to act, it just doesn’t get to play with Me. So it turns out the answer is really simple after all. When it comes to roleplaying, keep in mind that the one and only role I truly require of you is Submission, and if you can accomplish that, loser, then I can have all kinds of fun with you.

Every slave wants to please Goddess. It is the only notion that will ever make any kind of sense in that puny piggy brain. Which is why so many pathetic slaves have no idea on how to please Goddess. They try to brainstorm with the limited amount of braincells they do possess. Yet they fail! It’s okay, I hear even real men have trouble knowing how to please a Woman in their teenage years. They have the advantage of internet guides and videos to help them learn how to please a Woman. Since I don’t like you enough to make you a video, be thankful I am here to help your pathetic little peabrain sort out exactly how it should be behaving.

The most immediate and obvious answer is to sacrifice for Goddess. Yes, a slave should sacrifice financially for Goddess every chance they get. Most slaves are too stupid to look past the obvious in this sentence. It does not mean that you tribute every paycheck you get loser. That’s only the surface of what sacrificing for Goddess means. If you can only pay tribute to Me when you receive your measly paycheck then you obviously lack any sort of reasoning or logic. I know when you get paid piggys and I know when you mysteriously vanish when you get paid. It’s so sad and pathetic how you think you are fooling anyone. Then you come crawling back wanting My time and My attention and expecting to get it. Well guess what loser? you are not entitled to anything.

Sacrifice – A word you must learn. A word you must come to know.

the most amazing Money Domme

If you really want to impress Me. Then do not message Me asking what you can do for Me or how you can please Me. Come ready and prepared for Goddess with tribute in hand.

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.