I know you little pricks LOVE to get on Craigslist and be cumdumpsters for any big, butch man that will use you. So I put together an outrageously hot and seductive mp3, replete with my sexiest …
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
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 rereleased one of My very favorite Poppers Forced Intox Games last week. I was calling it "Poppers Russian Roulette," but the fucking Wal-Mart dommes and trailer park princesses of Niteflirt weren’t making any money (as usual) and reported My depraved, twisted, sexy, little cover shot and title. Niteflirt had a fucking cow and said it ran afoul of their rule against offering "games of chance." (Total fucking bullshit!) So I was quickly forced to redo everything and censor the fuck out of My beautiful poppers masterpiece. So from this point forward, I’ll be calling this series "The Poppers Forced Intox Gauntlet." But back to the juicy, most fabulous news …
The love letters and reviews are already pouring in for My Poppers Forced Intox Russian Roulette Game: Verbal Abuse and Humiliation Edition. This one was My favorite, so I figured I’d feature it here. This hapless little poppers whore writes …
It’s been less than 12 hours since I threw out some Poppers Forced Intox chum for you selfish, addicted, bloated, brainless guppies and already you’re beginning to trickle in for the slaughter. It’s no secret that I’ve been a very, very, lazy Domme for a few weeks and I’m just beginning to gear up to rape and pillage your minds and wallets. And there’s no better way to begin your trail of tears than by offering up a deal you can’t resist on some brilliant, honey-love, addiction-inducing, mindfuck porn that will have you coming back for more, over and over and over again. (You morons know that this is the equivalent of a drug dealer giving you the first bag free.) So here’s to drawing first blood! Stay-tuned. I promise, there will be much more.