Real life really gets in the way sometimes, you know? I haven’t had time to wallet rape, belittle, feminize and otherwise generally torture and amuse myself with you losers lately.

Not that I’m going to promise that it will be different from now on…I don’t owe any of you my time or energy and if I don’t have it to give, you simply lose out. I know you miss me though, it’s ok.

It’s a horrible day here in Seattle. It’s gray and rainy and just yuck. I went shopping a little earlier, but I think I’m in for the day. I might stay home and work on some stuff to sell. You know how much I love $$.

In the meantime, call me. Tell me what a pathetic excuse for a human being you are and beg me to give you some time and attention. It makes me laugh.

It’s days like today when I notice unfair bad feedback on my listing that I realize how intense my hatred of men really is. Yeah, I’m a female supremacist. I believe that women are better than men in every way. I constantly deal with losers, perverts and idiots and it’s no wonder that I have a disgust for men that really knows no bounds.

So maybe that will turn you off because deep down you have this fantasy that even though I SAY I’m too good for you, that you have to pay to talk to me, that I’d never talk to you in real life and that you’re a no good retarded loser who isn’t worth anything….you really imagine us living happily ever after. Well, I guess if that’s your underlying fantasy, I just ruined it for you.

I had this guy arrange a call while I was sleeping on three separate occasions. I would get up, see the call waiting for me and even though I wasn’t quite awake or wanting to do a call right then, I would go ahead and sign in to take it.

Three times he didn’t fucking answer.

Finally, the third time I emailed him and told him that in order to do a call with me, he’d need to pay a rudeness penalty. I wasn’t quite ready to block him, but I needed a gesture of good faith that he wouldn’t do it again.

Instead of paying it, he kept trying to call. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt so I declined a couple of calls and sent him another email. Finally, I got sick of getting points taken away for declining the calls and I just answered.

I gave him the opportunity he’d been needing, apparently. I said, “Are you fucking kidding me?” and he hung up. He CLAIMS it was because my voice is horrible, but we all know that’s not true. My voice is sweet, young and melodious and I’ve been doing this almost a year and have NEVER had anyone say it’s not.

All he wanted was the chance to leave me bad feedback because he was pissed that I wouldn’t talk to him. Well, I’ve learned my lesson. Fuckers who annoy me are blocked immediately now. No second chances, no bullshit excuses and no opportunity to leave me bitter revenge feedback becaues they don’t have their shit together.

Do you have a penis?

FUCK YOU.

Now call me and give me money. I’m in a bitchy mood.

You all are boring the fuck out of me. Seriously.

It’s been weeks since any of you losers have even remotely entertained me. I guess you just can’t accept the challenge of serving a real life dominant. From the conversations I’ve had, the majority of you are so used to play acting with insta dommes on the phone that you don’t even know what to talk about when you get on the line with someone who does this in real life.

I don’t fantasize about making you my whore, I DO IT. I don’t fantasize about fucking you with my strap on, I make you fuck yourself. I don’t spin long, drawn out intricate tales about you having your first bisexual experience. I expect you to make it happen.

I’ve got a couple of new photo sets out…the bikini one and then more recently, a voyeuristic set of me shopping at the mall. How many times have you followed a hot, young thing around the mall and tried to snap pics of her with your cell phone so you could look at them later while you’re choking your skinny chicken? Didn’t have the balls to? Well click HERE to get an idea of what it would have been like.

It’s a cold, rainy day here in Seattle so I think I’ll hang out at home with some friends. My house keeper will be here all day cleaning and decorating my place for Halloween. I think I’m going to have a party and I want to get in the spirit of things early.

Spoil me, worship me, buy my stuff and for God’s sake, stop being so fucking pathetic.

I posted last Saturday that I was going to hang out and stick close to home. That didn’t actually end up happening. One of my little slaves tempted me out and we had a blast finally turning him into the cock sucker he’d been dreaming of being. I wrote a story about it and it’s finally up for sale today. Here’s a little teaser, part of page 1:

His line was cheesy. “You look thirsty,” he said. I did a quick analysis and thought he had some potential. His clothes were nice and high quality, his shoes were expensive and his hair was stylish. He looked to be in his mid 30’s and there was a ring unabashedly displayed on his finger announcing his married status. That didn’t bother me.

It didn’t bother me when I saw a tiny yellow satin thong with a little green bow at the top peeking out of his khakis when he bent over to pick up his book and a shopping bag from Nordstrom either. It’s almost like I’m some kind of paranormal sissy magnet. I smiled to myself and got ready for some fun.

I let him take me out for lunch on the waterfront and during out time together, I learned that he’s a very successful realtor who lives right on Lake Washington. He’s married with two kids and even though he’s never “done anything like this”, he’d been thinking about having an affair for awhile.

I set him straight right away. Though I was impressed with his ability to lay it on the line, his demeanor and attitude screamed to me that he was submissive and that immediately removed any chance he had of becoming my lover. I instinctively make that decision within a few minutes of meeting a man. Once someone’s been categorized, they really have no chance of aspiring to something higher.

I would have known even if I hadn’t seen the panties. He hadn’t mentioned it yet. I told him that though I was flattered and willing to spend time with him for a price, I wasn’t the type to have an affair with guys like him. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “I don’t fuck sissies.”

Hot, huh? Oh, you have no idea. You want to read the rest of it, so go ahead and click the button below. It’s only $10 and I promise, it will make your little sissy clit stand at attention.

Also, I’d like to announce two new features on my website. One is by request. I’ve added a “bills” section to the “Spoil Me” page so that those of you who enjoy paying specific bills for hot, sexy girls like me can do so. Make sure to check it out so you can acquaint yourself with the dollar amounts and be ready to use them when instructed.

I mentioned that I’d be starting to promote my site more heavily and I’m doing well so far with that venture. Please notice the “Vote for Princess” section down toward the bottom of my blog page. A good little slave would have already noticed it and begun clicking away, but most of you are naughty slaves and I know you will need to be reminded. Click each link once a day to show me how much you love me and ensure that other little slaves get their chance to meet me too.

Don’t forget to leave me rave reviews on Niteflirt by clicking HERE. It makes me smile and I know you want to keep Princess happy.

Finally, I’m planning another photo shoot very soon. If you are interested in custom pictures, please contact me via email to discuss options. If you have an idea for a photo shoot, please convey that to me as well. I’m planning to do pics in boots this time around and quite possibly involve one of my male slaves.

Apparently it’s going to be 96 degrees outside today so I will be sticking close to home. I had a couple of invitations to go out on boats on Lake Washington, but I’d rather just lounge around and stick close to the A/C and the pool. I might have a few friends over for some fun later.

My new items are selling like CRAZY! Most of you naughty boys aren’t leaving feedback though. I guess you don’t want to make your Princess happy. Awww, was that a guilt trip? TOO FUCKING BAD. Leave feedback, damn it. I want all the other losers to know how much you love the stuff I have to sell.

Check out the sweet computer speakers I got yesterday. I used an Amazon gift certificate that one of you sent me to get them. They are adorable and sound awesome.

And finally, look at the ADORABLE banner one of the other Niteflirt girls made for me! It rocks my socks off. I’ve decided that I like how easy it is to make money online so I’m starting to promote my site a little more. With this banner, how can I not?