Blackmailed for life: how one slaves web was spun

Since my last blog post I've had a lot of improvement in sub boys knowing how to stay in their place and really make a proper effort to please me. I even received a $300 Amazon giftcard as an apology. It looks like "Dennis" was especially sorry for getting out of line. The funny part about this is that I have no idea who "Dennis" is, nor do I remember the incident that he's referring to at all, but I still accepted his financial apology on behalf of all losers out there who have pissed me off lately. Haha!

My beta bitch limpdick has become fully owned and completely subject to my mercy within a matter of weeks. He has handed over every bit of information on his drivers license, his wife's drivers license, his credit card, his email and facebook names and passwords, his co-workers, friends, family and in-laws names and contact information, and is now functioning fully and totally under my control. He even has to ask permission to be allowed to go on a bike ride, like a pathetic child. Since his loser dick functions at basically the level of a pathetic child anyway, it makes sense that he should be treated like one. Stripped of any remaining shred of false masculinity and ego, he has handed over all the power he once was burdened of having over himself right into my greedy, willing hands. What a gift to be relieved of something that is too much for a weak, pitiful boy to carry. He appreciates me lifting this burden off of him everyday and giving him a true purpose to work and to even be alive.

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I started writing this blog post months ago and am only just now finishing it. A lot of changes have happened to limpdick over this time. He has gone from "limpdick" to "sissy mckayla," during which time I tasked him with sending tons of photos and videos of him dressing up in his wife's clothes and makeup and even allowed him to purchase some dresses, panties, etc. of his very own. He was wearing panties 24/7 every day (since he is chaste and his wife doesn't want to have sex with him anyway, this isn't a problem). He was amazed at how natural his sissy transformation felt for him and discovered so many insights into his own girly psyche. "She" is really a natural, and I allowed her to enjoy her blossoming into full-fledged sissyhood for quite a while. More than long enough for me to build an extensive collection of blackmail material. "sissy mckayla" has now become "blackmailed for life."

He has become a weekly tribute. He has become a folder full of incriminating information and a chunk of cash in my account each week to keep that folder shut. He is now the lowest of the low, paying his dues with little to no communication or acknowledgement in between. He is easily my most completely owned, stripped, powerless and entirely trapped slave. And, believe it or not, this is his dream come true. He couldn't be happier to know that he is forever indebted to me, paying me weekly for the rest of his life just to keep his secrets safe with me. For the rest of his life he will live wrapped tightly in my beautifully spun web around him. I could never speak a word to him again, and he still knows that if his payment isn't in my account on time, his entire world will come crashing down around him.

This is a real masterpiece of manipulation. This is a real lifetime of slavery. To my blackmail slave this is his ultimate dream brought to reality. There is no turning back, and to him there is no greater feeling of comfort and security than in knowing that he is truly forever mine. The paralyzing comfort of fear. The level of trust and faith he has no choice but to place in me is beyond that of any felt even for god. There is no more free will here. Only an unconditional, permanent state of complete blissful surrender.

Imagine someone you've never even met in person and never will, knowing they have the ability to read your every conversation, access every part of your life, holding all your darkest secrets, and having the power to destroy your marriage, your career, your friendships, your LIFE within seconds with just a few clicks of a mouse, whether you deserve it or not, at any given time of the day or night, even just out of boredom or on a whim. This is what he knows every day, for the rest of his life.

This is real power.

An Important PSA

Put down your dicks and pay attention.

I honestly can't even remember the last time I felt so sick and fed up with the attitude of some of the losers in this scene that I just thought about quitting and stopping this altogether. I don't even know if there has been a time, up until a few incidents recently, that the occasional negative experience has ever made me feel like maybe the pros just aren't worth putting up with the cons. I mean, of course being a findom is worth a few hassles now and then! Ever since I discovered the community years ago I instantly knew I belonged here. I had found a place for me -- I found the titles for who I was and how I lived my life! That was an awesome moment for me, and it still is awesome every time I take a minute to reflect on it. I didn't ever "become a findom," I simply just became aware of a community where I could express myself freely and live the life I deserve openly and to the fullest.

I could never leave this lifestyle in the sense that I could never stop being me, but what I could do is leave this community in a second. Anyone who has followed me for some time knows that a couple years back I quit school so that I could direct my free time into the various outlets that this community provides. I chose to focus my attention instead on owning slaves, filming, running clip stores, etc. because that was what was more enjoyable for me! And perhaps this has gotten some of you confused...

Yes, in a sense, this is my job. Besides my investments, this is my source of income. However, this has never once felt like a job to me. That's why I do it! Who wants a job when they can profit off of their own self-expression, their own passions and essentially their own presence in general?!

Now, don't ever get that confused with thinking that I rely on slaves or on findom in any way for my own survival or well-being. If I am gracing you with my time and attention online, that is a privilege. If I am doing cam sessions, that is a privilege. If I am filming and uploading clips that I allow you to buy, that is a privilege. Don't ever regard it as anything less!

I am not working for you. I don't HAVE to communicate with you, I don't HAVE to be on social media, I don't HAVE to offer cam sessions. I could make a good income solely from selling clips and without ever speaking to a single one of you. You are LUCKY that I interact with you on ANY level. That being said, I could also stop making and selling clips without a second thought if it ever became anything less than FUN to me. I don't and never will feel dependent on this income. This is NOT my only option for acquiring the lifestyle that I live and enjoy.

Do not EVER get that fucking twisted.

Recently I've felt that I am not getting the respect and gratitude that I deserve from some of you perverts for doing what I do. While I do take pride in providing the best possible quality in my creative work, I do so because it's something that I, personally, am passionate about. I do it for myself, because I enjoy it. I am NOT working for YOU.

While I realize that not every clip fan or every fetishist looking for a cam session is a submissive, if your behavior during our interaction becomes anything less than respectfully cordial at the least, it is no longer fun for me and I will no longer participate, nor will I suffer any loss for it on my end. Simple as that. I could delete every account and close every clip store and move on to other venues of creativity and self-expression that have absolutely nothing to do with this community or with any of you. And if at any time the pros stop consistently and considerably outweighing the cons of being in this community, that's exactly what I will do.

I don't do this as a job, and I don't tolerate being treated as if I'm doing this as a job.

In short, be GRATEFUL. Be grateful for ANYTHING that I even offer you the possibility to be graced by. Don't ever fucking forget that.

1k in 1 Hour: Another Rape of muslim ismail

Guess who is still coming back for more. After hours of praying to allah to give him strength, ismail continues to break down again and again into the weakened pile of shit that he was really meant to be for me. Just one glance at me and he starts to worship his perfect true Goddess, singing and praying to me in public parking lots -- humiliating himself, his family and the entire nation of islam in the process. And just one peek at my flawless ass in a skimpy little g-string and he completely breaks down, begging me to destroy his marriage, begging to eat my piss and shit and used tampons (what a PIG!!), obeying my instructions to spit in his stupid little muslim hat, jerk off into it until his pre-cum dribbles out of his quivering cock and then stick it back onto his pathetic brown bald head because he is NOT allowed to cum! Instead he has to wear it home, where he avoids going to bed with his ugly wife and instead sneaks into the bathroom with his headphones on to watch my clips over and over. He barely sleeps after seeing me, just obsessing and waiting to see if I come back on Skype to fuck him up some more.

Can you blame him??

My latest rape of ismail drained him of exactly 1k in 1 hour. I made him send me the last $400 to make it an even $1,000 right before I had to leave to go to my massage appointment for some pamering! What a great way to start my morning.

Next time this little piggy isn't getting off so easy.

Poetry and Demands

Like many other previously known Godesses, Femme Fatales, Idols of Divine Female Sensuality, and Generally Superior Women whose beguiling feminine appeal has found it's way of sweetly wrapping itself around a man and causing such inescapable and excruciating bliss, I enjoy being a muse.
Of course, I'm also an unrelenting narcissist.
Here are some recent poems from a lovestruck boy that I enjoyed:

"Beauty of a Dark Goddess"

"Falling for Goddess"

"Longing for Goddess"

Now, I want to be painted! Print out my photos.. let's cover your walls with my beauty, and my walls with your endlessly yearning desire to capture it.

You lonely fuck. I want to make sure you stay lonely forever.

The destruction of arab ismail

What is it about me that keeps managing to capture so many arabs and muslims? Is it that there are just SO many of them in the world who secretly wish they could submit to a beautiful white Goddess like myself? Or is it because I know so well how to get into their dirty pig minds and put them in their places? It must be a combination of both. I know exactly how to strip them of their long-practiced facade of male dominance and put them into positions so degrading that I can be sure they will NEVER forget it.

I've been ruining arab ismail for just a couple of days so far. Here's a sample of some of the spoils.

Of course that's not all. He's also been buying up clips like a maniac and watching them obsessively in between sessions with me. He begs me to fuck him up more and more, even though his stupid wife is probably getting suspicious.

So what has arab ismail done for me so far? Well in between sneaking off to Skype me from the bathroom while his wife sleeps, and Skyping me from his office, he rented a hotel room to be able to session with me undisturbed, while telling his wife that he would be home late because he was going to attend a "prayer meeting." LOL. Poor brown beta bitch had no idea he was meeting to pray to ME. She even tried calling him when I ended up keeping him out at the hotel longer than he had expected his "prayer meeting" to last. I tried having him call her back and putting her on speakerphone but unfortunately the reception was too bad in his shithole of a country.

Little did she know that I was stripping her fat, bald, bearded husband of any shred of dignity he would ever hope to maintain. I had ordered him to bring a pair of his wifes dirty panties, a quran and other religious symbols, and I had him order 8 shots of vodka from room service since this pathetic muslim had never drank alcohol before. He showed up wearing some religious vest, with prayer beads, the aforementioned items as well as some object that he said was used to brush his teeth. This dirty bitch could not get enough abuse from me, he didn't even manage to choke down half the vodka and I already had him wearing his wifes dirty panties, spitting on his stupid beads, stripping himself naked and singing prayers to me over and over on his knees. He was worried about his wife smelling vodka on his breath so I made him stick his arab toothbrush up his ass and then brush every one of his teeth with it, and then stick it up his ass farther and brush his tongue as well, before spitting out his vodka-and-shit smelling saliva right onto the quran.

Could this towelhead get any more degraded?? Of course he could! And so he did. He might have been starting to feel drunk at this point, because for some reason he opened the quran and started reading from it. Since his pathetic short dick was so hard and aching from worshipping me, and I didn't want to hear about what his shitty religion had to say, I made him slap his dick right onto that page that he was reading from. I made him repeatedly slap the words of allah with his dick, and then shut the quran closed around his dick and jerk off in it. It was so funny to hear him beg me not to make him do it, as his pre-cum dribbled out all over his stupid sacred book. He's lucky I didn't allow him to cum!! He said he was so ashamed he wanted to run away. LOL. But of course he couldn't resist. Can you blame him?

I love this picture of me!!

He begged me to let him stay out all night and not go home at all, even though he had to take his son to the mosque in the morning. I sent him home with further instructions and told him to Skype me from outside of the mosque. Unfortunately I was sleeping at this point and missed his call. Oh well, next time!!!

He made up for it today when I caught him stopping at a store on his way home from work. I had him call me from a public parking lot and I made him lower all the windows of his car, turn on the lights, and sing his prayers to me as well as yelling such gems as "I'm a dirty muslim pig" and "I cum in my quran" while people passed by and looked over at him. He begged for me to mindfuck him even harder.

Of course, you know I will.

Great day back on cam!!

"Have you ever cuckolded someone before?"
"Umm... not that they knew of."

Lol!

I'm still laughing from all the fun I had using and abusing you sluts today. I haven't done any real cam sessions (other than ignore sessions) in a while now, so now that I'm mostly over my sinus/ear infection I had losers lining up to tribute and entertain me! Aw, did you miss me? Well, I'm sure posting this pic didn't help much, did it? ;)

Lets see if I can remember everbody. First there was the loser who wanted a cuckold session. He actually thought that I was a virgin! Lol! I made him try and guess how many dicks I've fucked and he didn't even come close! That's ok loser, you're not the only one who thinks I'm innocent. :)

Then some extremely hairy bitch paid me to worship my feet. Seriously, this guy looked like some kind of werewolf. He was COVERED in FUR. I was kind enough to give him a cum countdown at the end of our session. He was literally SHAKING by this point! Lol! He neatly placed a folded napkin above his dick before the countdown, and then after getting to 1 the dumbass proceeded to squirt his nasty globs of loser gunk all over his chest, stomach and legs. Hahaha what a dirty whore! He continued yanking on his limp dick and I made him grab and squeeze his balls while his jizz dripped and dried up all over his nasty body. I told him to go clean himself off. I hope he took a shower!!

Some other boys came to worship my feet too. My feet were very popular today!

Another loser sent me a small tribute through Niteflirt and I kindly accepted his offer to cam with me even though he was clearly a broke bitch and his tribute didn't amount to much. I accepted because he said he was a humiliation slut and I told him that he'd better do something REALLY humiliating for me for the favor of even being allowed to. Well he failed. I asked him what he was going to do to amuse me and all he had to offer was "I can dribble on my chin." LOL what an idiot! I let him drool on himself and then asked him if he was drunk.

"No."

"Is the beer bottle behind you full?"

"No."

"Go get a full one."

"I don't have any more."

"What do you have in your refrigerator right now?"

"Nothing. I just moved here"

Wtf? So you're sessioning with me before buying food. Well, priorities, right?

Anyway, I was able to figure out that this moron owned a razor (but no shaving cream) and I told him to shave off his gross 70s porno moustache. He refused, saying that "it's hot." He did, however, agree to shave his leg and then eat his own leg hair. You know you're a sissy bitch when you'd rather shave your legs than your nasty moustache! It WASN'T HOT. And now you have patchy faggy slut legs so NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS HOT. Then he asked to see my feet (my feet are hot) and I could tell he was clearly jerking it so I told him that he wasn't allowed to cum to my feet and I shut off my cam because he didn't deserve it.

spitboy jim also came back today, after saying about a month ago that he wasn't going to be online anymore because he decided he needed to start spending his money more wisely and he wanted to be able to save up for a second house or some crap. He spent about $550 so far and it's not over yet because I still have this big bottle of spit and backwash ready to mail out for him to drink for me. You wouldn't want my delicious saliva to go to waste now would you Jim? Of course you wouldn't. That's why you're coming back to drink it for me and of course send me more of that down payment for that house! Lol! Little by little...

I get what I want.

loser jay randomly appeared, asking if he could purchase a pair of my worn pantyhose with a $50 giftcard. I told him no, and honestly I don't feel like any of you losers deserve to be able to purchase any worn items of mine. You don't deserve to smell my panties and you don't even deserve to smell my sweaty feet!! He sent me the $50 anyway and I combined it with other giftcards to get the new Clarisonic Mia 2 off My Amazon Wishlist to deep clean my perfect skin every day in the shower! Isn't that better than mailing a pair of pantyhose? I think so! Good boy, jay.

Female supremacy & Female financial slaves

I had a dream last night that I was offered servitude by a female financial sub. She tributed me $69 (lol what?) and then contacted me, expressing her desire to become my finslave and asking if she could take me on a shopping trip. That's basically all I can remember from the dream, other than the fact that I was thrilled at the prospect of gaining a female financial slave. Now I'm wondering, why was I so thrilled? Maybe because female financial slaves (real ones, not clip slaves) are practically nonexistent (I've heard there was one, once. I don't know how useful she really was financially or if she was mostly just a fan of the Dommes at the time) so it would be different and interesting to own one. Also, because I view women as inherently superior to men in general, owning a female slave would probably give me an ego trip way greater to that of owning any male.

Is it contradictory that, as a female supremacist, I'd love to own a female as a slave? Is it sexist to believe that women could even properly serve as slaves, or that I would accept them as such? Not even as sex slaves or as cute little french maid types, but really as the lowest of the low. A financial slave. A humiliated, degraded, dehumanized, yet still swollen and aching and begging for more, WALLET, spread open and on it's knees for me. That is no place for a woman, is it? Of course not. That's why I would own one with a sense of accomplishment that I can't really feel for you stupid male perverts. You dumb drooling sluts are so common and easy, slavery to women is your birthright. Slavery to ME is your earned PRIVILEGE.

So, no, it is not contradictory to my beliefs at all.

Yes it is true that I see ALL women as being inherently superior to men, or at least as having THE POTENTIAL TO BE. Unfortunately, many women don't realize or live up to their full potential. However, I still recognize it as being there, no matter how deeply and unfortunately buried somewhere within them. That obviously doesn't mean that I believe all women are equal to each other! Of course they're not! Just like there are beta and alpha males, there are also beta and alpha females. Beta bitch boys are the bottom of the barrel. Owning a beta female would at least be a couple steps up, succeeding beta and alpha males. This is My Queendom. Learn your place in the hierarchy.

But it seems like even beta sub girls aren't even remotely as pathetic as any of you "high-powered alpha males" out there, because I have yet to have a girl come to me begging with cash in her quivering hands.

Oh well, a Princess can dream. Especially since my dreams tend to come true. ;)