2016 – 2018 MEGAPOST

Hey bitchboys and losers, the Princess is back after a long break from blogging! Now that doesn’t mean I haven’t been pillaging your wallets and using you guys up, I just haven’t been posting about it because frankly I’ve been too busy! My loyal losers know how busy and hectic my schedule is with owning and running 2 businesses (start up funded by findom!), trying to get writing done and living a full and fabulous Princess life full of fun and friends. I haven’t blogged since 2015 so a quickie wrap up of 2016 would be I launched my first business! It’s a medical marijuana related startup that I won’t name because of the stalking I’ve gotten. I spent most of 2016 on it and launched it in November of 2016. It ran really successfully all through 2017 doing over a quarter million in sales!


I also had a local real time heel worship and human furniture session in 2016 that was a lot of fun. The loser had this disgusting beard he was proud of growing out so I made him shave it before I gave him the privilege to lick my heel bottoms.


2017 was one of the best years of my life! I made more money than I ever had and vacationed with friends every other month to Los Angeles, Las Vegas, New York and Playa Del Carmen twice. Here’s some pics from my trips to lurk, as you can see I spent as much time at the beach and by the pool as possible.



At the tail end of 2017 I got my dream car and also moved into my dream apartment! I got a 2017 Mercedes Benz SLC43R, it’s a black on black hardtop convertible and I love making you losers feel small while I speed past you. As for my dream downtown apartment it’s a luxury high rise corner unit penthouse with floor to ceiling windows, 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. I also furnished it to the tee spending a large chunk of this $30k tribute on furnishing my dream apartment with dream furniture. 



I bought a custom cloud couch, lamb fur chair, fur rugs, silk sheets, solid rose quartz bathroom accessories, a rose quartz coffee table, lucite and brass bed and chandelier. I also built a huge flower wall for my entry way. I’ll do a blog on my fabulous apartment complete with pictures in the future, so you losers can see where you can never hang out and where all your money goes. Here’s a time lapse video of me building the flower wall in my apartment before it was furnished.


I also had an EXTRA spoiled holiday season in 2017, part of my holiday gift haul can be seen below


So the success of my first business in 2017 led me to fund my second business, a beauty and skincare retailer which I spent 9 months of 2017 and 2018 working on before soft launching in May of 2018. I also went on vacation to Playa Del Carmen for the third time. The entire 4 days I was there a loser was sending me money on the hour every hour, I made a little over $4000 off of that one loser while I was on vacation, tribute screenshots below.




So that catches you up until now. Isn’t my life so much fucking better than yours? I’m richer, hotter, smarter and more successful than you and you still can’t help but go broke for me.









In 2010 I wasn’t a findomme but I was still wrapping stupid boys around my little finger and exploiting them. I had an ex boyfriend who was still in love with me long after I treated him like shit and dumped him, we’ll call him A. I was living in New Jersey at the time, it was winter and there was a blizzard that year. Roads were shut down or undrivable and on top of it all there was a gas shortage. By the second day of the blizzard the roads were cleared and drivable but there were people waiting in line for blocks at 5 in the morning trying to get gas. I knew this because I was one of those people. Instead of reaching the pump, I waited until 7:30 only to find out that the gas station was out of gas and shutting down. My tank had run dry from running the heater for hours while waiting so I barely made it home. As I went inside pissed the fuck off I got a text from A, asking how I was doing during the blizzard. Most girls would aww at the thought of a guy checking on them, I instead was immediately scheming on how I could make him bring me a tank of gas and weed to smoke through the blizzard. I told him the situation and what I wanted from him, he immediately drove over. When he got to my apartment, I didn’t let him inside. In the years that had passed since I dumped him he had become dilapidated like a junk car, his hairline had receded, he had gained weight, the only thing that had stayed the same were the old clothes he was wearing. He disgusted me. I couldn’t believe I ever dated this trash heap of a human. As I mentally assessed him in my doorway I also took the ½ ounce of weed and $500 he had brought me in addition to the tank of gas and handed him my car keys and instructed him to fuel my car in the blizzard and bring me back my keys. He muttered some shit about the strain of weed he had brought me and the spending cash he brought me, if he was expecting a thank you, he didn’t get one. He  did exactly as he was told. When he came upstairs to return the keys, I took the keys from him and shut the door in his face.

MAY 2015

May started off with a bang. A paynerd who had been binging on My goodies wanted My attention so he did what all of you worthless maggots should be doing, he started tributing. Small amounts at first, $50 at a time, but as I coiled myself around My prey tighter, he started coughing up larger and larger amounts.

After tributes he also sent a bunch of giftcards – $250 to DollsKill, $300 to American Apparel, and $800 to Net-A-Porter

I had My first real time session, which I blogged about earlier, and then towards the middle-end of the month a local pantybitch stocked Me up on panties, lipstick and of course cash.

My favorite gifts this month were the spree of L’Agent I went on during my real time session, the Moschino I received from the paynerd, and my Louboutins.

As expected, May was a good month. The month after tax refunds come in is always a good month.


After the medispa and a trip to dispensary, I headed to the sex shop to buy some supplies for My session, on the bitch’s dime of course. I browsed the sparsely stocked sex shop, disappointed by the selection. None of the harnesses fit, so I ended up in front of the dildos and plugs, wondering what size butt plug the bitch could handle. I decided to play it safe and go small. I messaged D, telling him to pick up an enema and to take it before I get there. I also commanded him to stop and pick up more cash. I browsed paddles and settled on a small black leather one. I added a bottle of lube to the basket, paid and left to hang out with My girlfriend.

As the sun went down I bid her goodbye and headed downtown to the Four Seasons. I made sure he made arrangements to have a key waiting for Me at the desk. I valeted My car, picked up My key and made My way to the 6th floor. When I walked in, the bitch was on his hands and knees, wearing the pink panties I had left him in, in a blindfold, just as I had instructed.

I let him out of his blindfold to order room service. A seafood cobb salad, fresh berries and sparkling water for Me. Fried chicken, waffles and sweet tea for the bitch. I bathed and smoked while waiting for room service.

Room service arrived as I finished up my joint and bath. We talked as we ate. He was in town from Tokyo on business. He was some sort of venture capitalist, exploring the booming marijuana industry. Interest in America’s newest legalized vice was high overseas.

Once I was full, I commanded him to bend over the bed. I pulled the butt plug out of its packaging and poured lube all over it. He said he landscaped his pussy for Me. I pulled down the pink lace panties and penetrated him. He had landscaped. His hole, albeit kinda dark was hairless. Now that the bitch was plugged I decided it was time to change out of the bathrobe and into some of the Victoria’s Secret he bought me earlier in the day. I commanded him to get out the cash I had instructed him to take out of the ATM. I kneeled on the bed and counted the cash, he sat on the floor and looked up at My perfect ass and wanked.

He came quickly. As expected. They never last long when they’re staring at My ass. As he cleaned himself up I told him I wanted to go online shopping, he would’ve said yes to anything at that point. I filled up My L’Agent cart to the brim. At around $800 he began to sweat, I finally stopped at around $1150. On my way out, I charged valet service to his room and left the valet guy a $20. A week later, 2 packages arrived.


It had been a busy morning. My brightly encased iPhone 6+ intermittently let off vibrations to notify Me of money being made and traps catching prey as I ran My usual errands. I ended up at the hair salon, chatting to My girlfriend and the hairdresser when I received a message. It was polite, concise, yet conveying everything that needed to be conveyed – he had money, fetishes, and was serious. Without instruction he sent a deposit. I instructed him to meet Me at the mall.

I got to the mall before him, as planned. The faster you can shop, the more you can buy, so I did My pre-shopping. Straight to Neiman’s to look for lingerie. I’ve been on a L’Agent kick lately and unfortunately, they didn’t have any. So, to the shoe section I went, past the Pradas, Blahniks, and Chanel. The exact Louboutins I had been coveting, the nude patent Jamie 160 mm, were on display. Like the bratty Princess I am, I snapped a picture to let him know he would be purchasing them for Me.

Everything else inside this Neiman’s was boring Me. Colorado is a shopping desert for Me. Buyers here cater to basic girls who wear uggs, riding boots and fleece jackets, even their Neiman’s was blasé.

I headed over to Victoria’s Secret to pick out some lingerie for Me and panties for the bitch. As I finished filling the black mesh shopping bag, a tall thin figure appeared. We had previously agreed upon vanilla appearances in public so we pretended to know each other as I tried things on. I let the lucky bitch see Me in some of the lingerie he was about to blow his money on but never be able to take off. Then we picked out a pair of panties for him, pink boy shorts with frilly lace. We headed to the register where My cute bratty face grinned at the total, just under $500.

Bitch carried the bags and walked behind Me as I headed towards Neiman Marcus. I sat in a chair and asked the older shoe salesman for a 36 in the nude patent Jamie 160 mm Louboutins. He brought them out, saying they were the last pair. As I slipped them on, the salesman exclaimed that he had been waiting for Cinderella to fit into them. How apropos.

Like a good little paybitch, D pulled out his AmEx and paid for My heels.

After Neiman’s, I had a medispa appointment and he had a meeting so we made plans to meet up in the evening at the Four Seasons where he was staying. But before I let him go to his meeting, I emptied his wallet of all the cash, about $300, and made him change into his new panties.