Princess Addiction

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.

Financial domination is surrender. It is the act of surrendering the one vital element that you still possess that allows you to call yourself a man. It’s vital to your survival, as without appealing to Me with your cash you won’t exist to Me at all… and if you don’t exist to Me? Hunny, you just simply don’t exist.

So you all thought I was a prissy preppy bimbo brat…. well okay! I CAN be prissy… and you better bet that I’m a brat but I’ve been wrapping you losers around My fingers for years luring you into My sweet and innocent trap and there has been absolutely nothing that you could do about it. Try and escape My web; I just dare you!

You all knew Me as the Princess but I’ve decided to come out as Absolute Royalty and expose the Princess in Me. The side of Me that only a select few of you got to know over the last few years. What is the difference between Super Brat Princess Addiction and The Princess you’ll find gracing these pages?

Listen in NOW to My recorded listing on Niteflirt

I’ve exposed parts of My vanilla life before but now you’ll get to hear intimate details of My past and what makes Me who I am as a STRONG, POWERFUL, DOMINANT unique Woman!

I’m laying in bed overlooking the Lake and I have a perfect view of the waves crashing up against the shore – each one ignited by the moon-light.

Totally forgot about this, Ha Ha Ha...

Earlier this week decided last minute that I wanted to drop everything and fly to Chicago next day. So I booked my flight, packed my bags, and took off less than twelve hours later. I had some issues at the boarder. It’s a good thing that I left when I did. I’m told that if I don’t contact a lawyer and get some things worked out ASAP I’m going to lose my permanent residency which is absolutely tragic. If I go back to Canada (with a lawyers assistance) and willingly give up my permanent residency card I can file then file for a re-application and should be able to move back at my convenience. I would have to go through all sorts of garbage again! Fucking paperwork. It took me forever to get my residency and cost a fortune. I’ve sent paypig a demand for cash and it’s really important as my vacation is going to be extended (perhaps permanently!) until I can figure this whole thing out; something I didn’t exactly plan for!

Naturally I went shopping the moment I got into Chicago. I missed the city a lot, I missed the skyline, I missed Michigan Avenue.

I’m currently a hop skip and a jump outside of the city staying in a lake-front Mansion. I just got out of the large luxurious shower and I’m wrapped up in a sexy pink towel wrap that resembles lingerie. Dripping dry… So, Imagine me laying on my tummy with my legs bent at the knees while I show off My perfect soles painted pink from the heat of the shower.

Mwwaaah... superiority

For the next week or so I’m going to relaxxx a bit, take calls on keen, and once this lawyer thing is dealt with my bank account is lubed up again — I’ll be heading back into the city. Some major shopping is in order so e-mail me at worshipthequeen@gmail.com if you think you could be lucky enough to hold My bags while I hold your wallet in The Windy City.

Oh man! I am so not drinking on an empty stomach anymore. I started drinking last night in the early hours of the morning. Which was totally fine but I forgot to eat yesterday. It’s not something I usually do but if I’m having fun and I’m preoccupied I just forget to feed myself. There was a fireworks festival to celebrate the end of the summer tonight but I couldn’t partake because I was sleeping off the drunk. I woke up several times after going to bed at noon and I couldn’t get up because I was STILL DRUNK. So I laid there in bed moaning waking up several times throughout the night going how is it possible that I am still drunk? Until I forced myself away when Kat walked over me in the bedroom getting the laptop to go on cam for her little mikey mouse. Who was also lucky enough to get to see us both privately on cam yesterday when he called his Goddess on Niteflirt.

So when I finally got out of bed I stole some of Kat’s Bawls rootbeer which is just full of delicious sugar and immediately some of my hangover resided. Ahha… I suppose I totally failed to eat yesterday. Oh Miss Jennifer you are so silly sometimes. I made soulvaki porkchops for us on the grill for midnight dinner.

Messing around with Justin.tv was fun. There were a bunch of total nerd losers on the main page having a video game marathon. Which I’m sure would have brought them lots of attention if it wasn’t for Kat & I soaking it all up. Flufferbunny was content to serve Us as a room moderator and kick out any ridiculous morons who made inappropriate comments. I also added a “Live Cam” area to the website so you wimps and losers can press refresh until your fingers bleed. Last night was really dead on keen and on yahoo messenger. I hope all of you enjoyed your last weekend of the summer since all of your “fun” is from now on is going to be sacrificing yourself for Me. My fun at your expense, sounds totally fair!

I assume I am going to have future broadcasts that are password protected and only slaves under servicing me will be able to participate. PANTYSHOT, where the fuck is my picture??? I am only asking you to do one thing… are you going to fail at something so simple?

My super sensitivities are such a double edged sword. When I’m watching TV or I’m into a really good video game all of my muscles in my arms, neck, face totally tense up and I experience the emotions of the situation. Sometimes this can get rather annoying I get so worked up I just want to turn the tv off. This really comes in handy in sessions.

For some reason it doesn’t work this way when I’m humiliating you losers. No it doesn’t work that way at all. When I totally degrade you, abuse you, use you and just totally berate you I can feel the pain it’s causing. I can feel your shame. Instead of it dragging me down… I just get an immense reward from the sheer act of knowing what I’m doing to you. Yeah… I need that reaction. I love to soak it all up. Your demise is my pleasure and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Missed a doctors appointment this morning! Somehow I lost my fucking KEYS. The two Bigscreen  LCD TV’s I bought with paypig’s cash when I was raping him hard the other year totally get in the way in my house. Morons, Send $350 on keen right now or get in touch with Me to find another way to pay for this. I want those TV’s off of the fucking TV stands and up onto the walls. My girlfriend and I? Yeah… We deserve it!