I’ve been wanting to show you guys My new little prize. This little tranny, cocksucker has become one of My favorite new toys on Niteflirt. Isn’t she just precious? I really do wish you could see her eyes … they’re haunting and so soulful. I’ve kept this little tranny, cocksucker slut fueled up on booze and cocaine. With any luck, we’ll turn this little tramp loose on an upscale Canadian resort this weekend, where she can suck cock to her little faggoty heart’s content. But that’s just the beginning …
August 2016 archive
For the submissive slut loser that needs a Real Dominatrix Cunt to mindfuck him into a shell of human being … I reintroduce you to Worthless!
Okay shit stains … listen up. You know the drill. You can get this clip on the cheap for a limited time. Suck up the offer before it’s gone. It will be gone soon. And let’s face it, you will pay whatever I want (or endlessly fantasize about being able to do so.) So open your little pig snouts and say, "Thank You Porsha! Nobody fucks me over quite like you! And I greatly appreciate it that you’ve made something beautiful and self-destructive for my jerkoff enjoyment!"
Gratitude pigs … you will learn it. As I’ve said for a long time now, if you’re going to be a pathetic piece of shit, you will be a grateful, pathetic piece of shit.
Now … on to more important matters!
There’s no hiding it. I love cocaine forced intox parties. Nothing burns quite as hot as a beautiful blow bash with this Domme Bitch. This morning one of My little cocaine cowboys came calling. And he is so so so delicious … so hungry for me. So eager. So pliable. So in love. So in need. He always tries to save his life and his wallet by showing up with just a gram and a few beers. It’s a smart move for now and he’s keeping the threat of $5000 nights to under $1000. But I think you boys all know how this story will end. And in the meantime, I am still inflicting quite a bit of damage and drawing a lot of blood.
Perhaps some of you should start taking wagers now on how long it’ll take Me to bleed this one dry and completely break his mind. I wish I had recorded the quiet desperation and vulnerability in his voice. It sounded like a choir of angels singing. Sooner or later I’ll completely crucify this eager, young buck and turn him into fine jewelry for all the world to see. He already hates to love Me … which is too bad, because I’ve pulled him under and he’s drowning in Me while his shame guarantees that he’ll never cry for help. Lucky, little bastard. xx – Porsha Rajal
Alright retards … here’s some delicious Poppers Forced Intox Hypno to hold you over.
Yes, I know you’re all upset because I haven’t been around much. I’ve seen the desperate emails and cry baby notes begging for attention. And I’m aware that you’re really hurt that I haven’t been picking up your phone calls. It makes me laugh. But calm down. I’m here. Sometimes I’m even picking up the phone. And while I don’t get into a hurry about anything during summer, I promise I’ll make an effort to be around on Niteflirt during the dog days of August to collect some tears. As you can imagine, I have a lot to catch up on. You fuckers are ridiculously needy. I will turn your need into cash. Get in line.
In the meantime …