Have you dreamed of being at My feet? Have you creeped My twitter and instagram, enviously bemoaning the distance which places you outside of groveling reach? Do you spend hours dreaming of being smothered by My leather boots? I bet you do, and I bet it’s a pathetic ordeal to watch…
In the spirit of this Holiday I feel no connection with, I give you the exciting opportunity to almost worship My talented and superior feet, even if you live somewhere really far, and really boring.
Behold, a pair of leather boots I have worn many times, to many filthy deprived places. Yum:
My birthday is on October 9th. I will be turning 34. Such an occasion calls for wild dancing, uncivilized behavior, and pain in the male groin. Celebrate with me, and offer your body to be used for a sacred occasion by two powerful deities, Mistress Nicci and myself.
Starting at 11:00 and ending at 18:00 on October the 9th 2020 select slaves will be permitted to join us for My private birthday party. Double domination and group environment scenes will be conducted during this time for the following activities only: Spankings, Foot Domination and Ballbusting. My frozen chestnut heart wants to play fun party games like last slave standing for ball kicks, trample cat walks, and spankings administered on a single ass, and in a single day, record breaking. I might even award prizes if I am very blown away by your patronage.
To apply for an invitation, email me with the following information:
Your full name, contact number, all availability between 11 – 18 on the 9th, and weather you prefer to see us privately or in a group setting with other kinky depraved slaves.
References are mandatory – if you do not have a reference you can book a cam or live session with either myself or Mistress Nicci to be interviewed and receive basic BDSM training specific to our style of Domination and needs.
The special tribute rate for my birthday is 30 minutes for $300 or 60 minutes for $500. We will both be present and interacting with you for the entirety of the session.
The swing-set is my favorite playground item. It is the feeling of weightlessness at the ends of each swing that spins My mind into a serene kind of frenzy. As I gained air and momentum, My white dress flared up to catch the wind. I stretched My pale little feet out as far as I could shooting up and then back.
From way up high at the beginning of another exciting swing I spotted a man-boy approaching with his hands held wide as if to receive Me for a big embrace. He was statured like a man, but had the look of a boy; lightly freckled skin, perfect blue eyes. He was very near now, almost beneath Me, perhaps looking up My dress which had taken to streaming behind Me like a long angelic tail.
I saw his beautiful face arranged perfectly for kissing, and as My gondola of joy brought Me down to My cortier I dismissed it all for what appeared to be a target, right between his legs. It beseeched Me and I obliged, landing My tiny slippered foot right on the target. I felt the dull impact, like stepping on an expired wafer, against the body of My little foot. The squishy flesh beneath his crunchy gentleman pants gave way, almost enveloping its attacker. Simultaneously the impact sent him to his toes, his eyes widening to accept the gesture with stoic gratitude.
My seat swung back sharply, pulling Me back on course against all physical reason. From the pinnacle I saw him again below Me, waiting, and I came down for another bull’s eye, laughing with maniacal pleasure as I descended. This time he became air borne, his face of masochistic bliss even more distorted, smiling at Me.
I kicked the man in the genitals again, and again until his head grew large with pressure like a balloon and finally burst, propagating a colorful shower of marshmallow candy bits. Each little sugar morsel melted into a gooey frosting as it rained down upon Me and the playground.
A drowning sensation woke Me from My dream. Have you had any kinky dreams lately? Share them in the comments or if you are shy in a private conversation with me.
The smell of burning human flesh is not for the faint of heart, and neither are any of My other interests. Regardless, the moment of discomfort should be welcomed for the opportunity to truly belong. Bearing the mark of the Princess is no trivial matter; it is for the ones who wish to surrender all, truly, and forever.
My mark is subtle, ultimately signifying the exchange between Mistress and slave. It will not serve to expose, only to establish the devotion owed to Me by My subjects; a constant daily reminder, until the end. If you wish to become a branded slave, the application process can be started here: