Porsha knows exactly how much you want to be pushed to swallow all of your hot, sticky cum just for Her. And in this mp3, your favorite Mindfucktress employs her sultry, sexy, cock-rocking …
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Your Princess has been a little bit absent. I know you’re upset, but I have really enjoyed your pathetic pleas for My presence and outright begging for new fetish clips. I assure you, I will not disappoint you. I am still here to take your money and relieve you of your annual bonuses. The fireworks have already begun and I will be raping your asses and wallets. en masse, for moons to come. Of that, you can be sure. I thought I’d get things started out with a free audio clip for My Niteflirt mailing list and a holiday gift-giving guide since I know many of you are itching to drop some cash on Me. And speaking of cash, cash is always king. Accordingly, you may wish to drop $50 ,$100, or $500 into My Niteflirt account as a gesture of your devotion and adoration. But it is the holidays and many of you want to provide something a bit more personal for My pleasure. Please direct your finances to the following:
You may anonymously send Amazon Gift Cards to porsha.rajal(at)gmail(dot)com here.
You may anonymously send items from My Amazon wishlist here. It’s full of lovely things, though tending more towards the practical (and often used.)
You may anonymously send Sephora Gift Cards to porsha.rajal(at)gmail(dot)com here. Most of you know that I can always blow large amounts of your money at Sephora. I’m obsessed with femininity and expensive cosmetics.
You may anonymously send Ulta Gift Cards to porsha.rajal(at)gmail(dot)com here. (I can also blow large amounts of money on makeup and hair care here.)
This should get you started with your holiday spending.
Obviously I was supposed to have some Niteflirt clips rolled out for you twits today, but last night I was busy with my brand new boyfriend. I will admit that I like him quite a lot and I think we have a bright, fiery future together. Let’s just say he’s totally prepared to give Me exactly what I want. Truly, I think I have a crush. I was so into it, that I didn’t even have time to hunt Santa Claus down to scramble his brains. (And you know how much I love menacing him.) But on a positive note, My darling Nathan showed up at the tail end of the evening to indulge Me. We got accidentally disconnected early and I fell asleep, so I expect I’ll be seeing him again soon. And you know I walked away from the evening with just a little over $1000, as you can see above. I fucking love money.
Stay-tuned. Much to come. xx – Porsha Rajal
I’m bringing you another installment of presents for Me that your busted findom can’t afford. I know it’s a small haul for Me, but this is something those sad welfare dommes would brag about all year. Dumb coin-operated whores! Anyways, enjoy. I’m sure there will be much more to come since we’re approaching the holidays and I can smell annual cash bonuses in the air. It’s My favorite scent. Be sure to keep your little pig ears tuned in over on My Niteflirt mailing list because I’ve got a lot of lovely things coming up to keep you clicking and paying with all hooves this holiday season! xx – Porsha Rajal
Hey losers, just a quick Forced Intox Update from Your Favorite Diabolical Dominatrix. I was working on an epic humiliation journey for your morons last night and I took a break to cash rape Santa Claus for about $500. As always, it was totally enjoyable, dark, and demeaning. And it was certainly a good way to give My claws a workout on a Monday night. In the spirit of full disclosure, I think I may have recommended patricide for inheritance money. The idea seemed well received, so …
Anyways, I also got a little Sephora score. As you can see, My favorite kind of box arrived. I’ll be sending out photos of what was inside to My Niteflirt mailing list. Enjoy!
My new Poppers Forced Intox Clip brought you little losers right out of the woodwork. You can see the entirety of My Cash Princess tributes below, but … DAMN. What a Monday night! I met a fabulous new poppers slut and leather pig boy from across the pond, who also has an itchy trigger finger when it comes to the click and pay. I watched him on Skype in his full, leather harness sex regalia while I commanded him to huff his brains out. He’s a total cam whore. And wow, that boy came to session prepared with a wide array of poppers at the ready. He’s got a great set of lungs and a tolerance to match, so dragging him through the mud repeatedly while I steal his cash and his soul is going to be a long, beautiful adventure that I will undoubtedly perfect over time. Not to mention, I raised the rate on his ass up to $26/min, as you can see above. This little poppers whore and I are going to have a long, beautiful affair. And that’s just the beginning of the Monday night Niteflirt antics! You know Me, so …
Obviously as a famous findom Princess, My life is filled with gifts, tributes, and cash. I love these things. And I love My Niteflirt boys that show up religiously to give Me exactly what I want. Though there are many people that I love findom cash fucking on Niteflirt, these gifts are courtesy of one submissive, cash slave lover, in particular. Though I haven’t previously mentioned him before, I’ve been raping his wallet for almost two years. The only way I can describe our relationship is to say that I was born to take his money. To be sure, I post huge scores and tributes constantly. But with this little moron, it’s a rare treat. It’s a Findom and Forced Intox Perfect 10. Taking money from him and jerking him around by his little dick is as natural and easy to me as breathing. It’s as though in some way I’m just a living extension and embodiment of his most basic thoughts and desires. It’s the perfect fit. As such, I can reach into his wallet and pull out whatever I like, whenever I like. It’s poetic and truly beautiful. And though I suppose these things are true of all of My Niteflirt love affairs …
I frequently have love affairs and relationships that are not for public consumption. In fact, the vast majority of My serious relationships on Niteflirt are none of your fucking business. (And you’re sadly not privy to the details.) Such is the case with My darling Nathan. Sorry, no crumbs for you losers. But you can sit here and admire the gifts he recently bestowed upon Yours Truly via My Amazon wishlist. I think you’ll agree that he made some excellent choices. Oh, and the black handbag below is a smaller replica of the one Error purchased for Me last year. Only this one has the option of backpack straps. And I’ll need those straps because …
Alright boys, another from the vault … almost for free. (I promise, I’ll have some new degenerate deliciousness for you to consume later this week.) And of course, I have photos and brags of My recent tributes and gifts coming your way. This mp3 is some classic Porsha femdom verbal abuse and humiliation, guaranteed to raise the bar regarding what you consider outstanding femdom verbal abuse and humiliation. If a hate-filled, shame fest delivered at the hands of a brilliant mind and a poison tongue is your thing, then you get off here. You can read the official description below. And as always, you can find Me on Niteflirt, where I ruin lives, drink wife tears, and drain your body, mind, soul, and wallet. xx – Porsha Rajal
There’s blood in the water … and I love using cocaine forced intox sessions to drain your mind and your wallet!
I’ve been away from you pig losers, cocaine sluts, poppers whores, and all-purpose degenerates for a hot minute. But that’s because I really had to dedicate some of My Mistress talents toward spending some of My money, (formerly your money.) I’ve really been treating Myself to lots of new clothes and fabulous salon services. You guys know I’m a greedy, bottomless pit when it comes to the mastery of all things feminine. A lot of you lucky, little shits have first-hand experience in financing My hair, Sephora collection, bags, shoes, perfumes, clothes, and pedicures. Fortunately My life isn’t dependent on waiting until you come along to rub your dick to buy what I want. I take what I want, when I want it … and then I buy what I want or make you buy it. And I would be remiss if I did not mention this lovely, little contribution to My collection plate that Olive Oil made in The Church of Porsha about a week ago. He really is adorable with all that cocaine and booze flowing right up into his skull …