I have been sooo busy between doing wallet rapes and enjoying the holidays, I have not had time to blog much!

The past month has been amazing!

I will again mention sissy lily who did most of My Christmas shopping for Me.  My family was sooo impressed with My generosity . I maxed out ALL her credit cards with My shopping sprees.  Sissy lily especially enjoyed buying lots of gifts for My boyfriend, and I made “her” talk on the phone with him one night and that sent her on a final huge spree with her December rent money.  She is now a month behind on her rent, and waiting to catch up with bills when she gets her income tax return. I, of course, have My sights on it.   She has been updating Me on her credit score that she is tracking and it is plummeting, and it will be curious to see how low I can make it!

A note :  I have had many  ask Me about the sissies I blog about.  I often refer to them as “shes”, and I am asked…are they women?     Just for clarity sake, they are crossdressing men, that I refer to as “she”  .   In some cases, they may be transgendered, and in others not—but one of the pleasures a Mistress has for  a slave they own, is choosing their gender.  I declare some of My slaves to be female.  If I am using the term “sissy”, that is your clue!

And 2012 began with a bang!

On January 1st, My biggest spender, wallet cunt materialized, and we had a very overdue massive session, and he spent nearly $3800 on Me, including finishing with a $50 a minute phone call and a $500 PTV and TWO $999 PTVs

If that weren’t enough, while I was on the phone with him, another slave spent $175 on PTVs on his own, so that was just a nice little bonus.

So what a start to My New Year, but it wasn’t over!

On January 2nd, I got a notice in My email that Dr X had bought a book on My wishlist.  I email him, and that begins ANOTHER huge wallet rape. Dr X had been Santa for Me last year, and I think reading about sissy lily buying My gifts this year made him nostalgic.

We had a very long phone call, nearly 3 hours, and in that time he spent  $3920  on Niteflirt.  When he wasn’t allowed to add any more money for PTVs (although it allowed him to add on the phone for his call), we switched to My Amazon list and he spent another $1900 on Me there, and what he bought included camera lenses and furniture and a Coach Purse.

We decided it would be his mission to be My first “six figure slave”  no slave has yet reached that threshold, and how delicious of him to declare his intention of being My first “six figure slave”!

If all that weren’t rich enough, yesterday afternoon another sissy that serves Me spent $250 on PTVs when I wasn’t even home and I came home to that nice little surprise.

I just have one thing to say as a wrap up.

Happy New Year to Me!

I love the emails I get from My slaves.
Here are a couple of recent gems!

From a slave who just renamed himself Lauren Rules Bankrupt Me (Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?)

I am so sorry I have been away for so long you have expoited me so bad Mistress I had to file for bankrupcy…..you have taken everything from me I have gotten a divorce because of you and lost everything. I have nothing but still cant stay away from you. I try to hide from you and you find me I try and forget about you and I dream about you what have you done to me……I am so sorry I am broke and can not give you your money you have taken me for so much I cant beleive it……there are times I just sit and think about how much you actually took from me not just financially but you took my whole life. I am so sorry I do not have the money do give you anymore I work my ass off to get out of debt so you will one day use me again. Thanks for ruining my life you are worth it.

Notice how the loser is trying to get more money to serve Me? Even after I destroyed him? I have to use him in different ways now..exploit his poverty on My blog! (You too could be exploited like this!)  For the record, this slave sent me about 15K dollars in the course of a few months…

And this one…a bit wordy, but powerful in his despair all the same

Lauren,

I have to be honest with you, I have been to other hypnotists on NF over these many years. But something always brings me back to you. Nobody else, just you. Somehow you have permanently altered something in my brain, the part that provides willpower, so it always crumbles back to you. I think it may have been that first game, the one in which “we begin our lives of service to you in the most devious way possible.” The dreaded $2 email, from which thousands of dollars flow from us to you. I tell myself I am not going back to your pages, website, pictures, but something in my brain starts sending out signals that it is time to call, time to submit, no sense fighting it, just continue your life of service to Lauren. I remember being amused by the game, no way this could happen, certainly could not be permanent. But you plant something in us, I am not sure how, that seems impossible to alter, to remove, to ignore. I remember I played the game twice so maybe that is why it has damaged my brain and will so greatly. Of course I played other games of yours as well which I am sure didn’t help. But the first game still thrills me when I think of that night, the first time you worked your charms on me, placed me under you stunning spell. But I thought it would fade like all others, but somehow it hangs on. I read your blogs over and over, about Dr. X and your wallet boys, and seem to cling to every word. Why? What is it that you do to us? I believe I can talk with you safely, but end up your mindless robot without even realizing it. I believe I can resist your spell, defend my brain and will, but somehow or other find myself in unexplainable obedience and worship of your every whim, your happiness vital to my existence. Why?

Sorry about my rambling. I remember the first email I sent you before playing that first game, and I remember your response was so quick. And you knew, and you said in that email, that such a quick response would draw me in further, would be so exciting that I would be compelled to play. And as always, you were right. And you watched me play, saying “don’t stop now, you are playing the game so well.” And that increased my heart rate, my breathlessness, forced me further, until the only way to physically stop was to call. And already capitulating to your devastating game, words and photos, I must have been easy prey for such a skilled Siren such as yourself.

Maybe that’s it. You are a true life Siren from mythological times, no man can resist after once hearing or seeing such beauty and power. Once stung, always in your power.

This is scary for me. I try to reason it out as I do with all things, but just can’t. Maybe that is part of the spell, the inability to understand it which prevents us from escaping your clutches. Something in our cerbral cortex damaged beyond repair, always to be totally in your control.

Signed
A

Oh and by the way…this is the game that A refers to beginning his destruction

Your financial slavery to Me begins with only a $2 email. It’s only $2, that can’t hurt…right? $2

Men are weak silly creatures.

They approach Me, drawn to My power and beauty like a moth to the flame.

Do you recognize yourself?  Are you enchanted by the powerful femme fatale type, the woman who ensnares you and leads you into progressively dangerous situations?

I study the Femme Fatales of History, and take them as role models.  My favorites include  Salome whose seductive “dance of the seven veils” lead to the death of John the Baptist, entrancing  King Herod to deny her nothing, and she asked for the head of John the Baptist on a platter.

There is  also  Cleopatra, who was so beautiful and powerful that even powerful men like Julius Caesar and Mark Antony were not immune to her charms.  Caesar was a much older man, 52 years to her 21 years, and even in her youth, her seductive charm was enough to rule the two most powerful kingdoms of her day.

I am a modern day Femme Fatale.  I stand for the reversal of the “traditional” female role, denying men a woman who exists to satisfy their pathetic little egos.

It is said.  Behind a powerful man is a great woman.  It’s true, most successful men are nothing without a great women, they need this or they are NOTHING.

I have a better saying.

Behind a powerful woman, all the men line up.

A powerful woman doesn’t need ONE man to make Her successful. We are happy just to tread over whichever man will help us reach our goal.

Perhaps you’re the next man I will tread upon.