It’s growing…my addiction for Princess Jessy Bernini is growing… and growing… and growing. Till now i thought it was just because of Her beauty, Her attitude, Her passion for expensive nylons and shoes… but it’s more than that, and what happened last night just made me understand it more. She didn’t even ask me to go and see Her, She didn’t even dress up, She didn’t even have to tease me into that. I just NEEDED to spend time with Her. So…
As i’m sure all of you already know, TeamViewer is not only an incredible tool for any IT professionist….it’s also a tool widely used in the Financial Domination world. It’s one of the forms in which blackmailing is enjoyed and, having tried it myself with Goddess Adriana, i can assure you that it’s very exciting to leave your computer totally open to your Goddess while she drives you crazy with her teasing (visual or not, it’s the same). But TeamViewer it’s…
Basically, i am no one… so i don’t really receive messages often from the “contact me” page here. But sometimes i do, usually from others sharing the same experience of me, writing me to exchange opinions or just talk. Other times i get messages from “dommes” that say “i’m the best bla bla bla spoil me” (and that’s just not what a domme should do)… but what i got yesterday… was surreal. So DUMB that i couldn’t even believe it…
What’s happening with Jessy Princess Bernini is surely something totally new to me…something i didn’t even think it could have been possible. The way She rapes my wallet is, more or less, the same as other did in the past (from her videochat, that is)…but there is more with Her. Most probably the first “special” thing about Her is, easily, the fact that she’s italian and actually lives in Florence…the same city i work in. That has to do a HUGE…
Ok this is starting to be a bit… awkward. I’m surely NOT used to so much attention… but if someone asks me to answer a few questions…why not? And so i did the same when Nick from Vice.com wrote me about an interview. It was published today, and you can read it here. What do i think of the whole article? Well… honestly…nothing original or too deep, but surely a way better article than the classic “you are all a bunch…
I have to admit, when Gisy Scerman wrote me an e-mail asking if She could interview me… i was VERY surprised. I mean…. i’m just a slave as many others in the end…why would people be interested in what i have to say? I stopped asking this question to myself and just started answering the questions, amazed by Gisy’s skills in making them, and… i guess it came out quite better than i thought. We spoke about everything… from how i came to moneyslavery…till what…
I wish i was rich enough to serve You all I wish i was rich enough to buy You all shoes and stockings I wish i was rich enough to spend hours at Your feet I wish i was rich enough to come and worship You for real I wish i was rich enough to give You what You deserve I wish…but i’m not. Life sucks. Merry Christmas and happy New Year everyone… if i don’t post again before 31st December.
So the other night, as I wrote, I got crazy because of a pair of arched feet….and of course because of the Goddess that used them to make me weak… Well… perhaps some of you would like to see those feet….perhaps not…whatever…let me just post a picture of them. Just…perfectly arched feet in nylons.
I know I am a foot fetishist, I know I get crazy by feet in nylons… but the way an arched foot drives me crazy is, I swear, almost unnatural. Last night I went in a room I’ve never been to before, as I do quite often recently, looking for new troubles, basically…and I found them. I spent more than an hour in that room, I nearly told her everything for her to be able to find my personal Facebook account,…
It has been a long time since I’ve posted something about Her, the one that started it all, the one that scared the hell out of me like no one else…One Great Diva. And not because I didn’t have sessions with Her, but because She didn’t want me to write about Her on this blog. I actually had to beg Her tonight to let me do this… but I couldn’t resist. It was one of the best sessions I’ve ever…