Princess Grace


Go get yourself a glass, slave, because I'm going to allow you to jerk off. I'm gonna let you jerk off to just the beautiful sight of me. And you are going to cum in that glass. That's right, I'm going to give you a ruined orgasm. Once you cum and you feel all those waves of pleasure wash over you, you're going to put that disgusting jizz all the way down your throat and that's like totally going to ruin your orgasm for you. But like I don't fucking care.


So you can start jerking off but I'm not going to be taking off my clothes, no, fuck you! No slave ever gets to see me naked because you're just a fucking loser and that's only for real men. Instead you have to jerk off to whatever I give you. And today you get to jerk off to my fishnets, my boots and my ass. How fucking lucky are you?


You're going to drink that disappointing orgasm all down because you're just a big fucking loser. You see as a spoiled princess I get to decide how you cum. Stroke that pathetic cock loser. No one else will. No one wants your loser cock. You're lucky I even let you stroke to me at all. You deserve a ruined orgasm.


Keep jerking loser as you worship me. You'll jerk off to whatever crumbs I give you. And you know that you're going to have to drink all that disgusting, filthy jizz. You're going to swallow it down immediately after I allow you to cum.


Fucking cum loser. Cum into that glass. And then drink it all down. And say, thank you Princess Grace. You're welcome loser.


Princess Grace/em>


So here we are working late, it's just me and you, everyone else has gone home. But I am not really working late as your secretary as usual, I have something I want to discuss with you. And as my boss, most of the things I discuss with you are work related. This is more personal. You know what I'm getting at, don't you?


It's strange how you're at a loss for words when you see my heels dangling in front of you. I know you want to smell them, don't pretend like you don't. Don't pretend that you don't want to kiss them, lick them. I know you do. It's just me and you here, you don't have to pretend any more. So I'm going to cut to the chase, I need more heels. I love heels. And the salary that you pay me isn't enough, and I noticed that you just love my feet and heels. I've seen you perving on them. There's no point in denying it.


I see your phone is ringing, oh it's your wife, don't bother answering it. My feet ruin you, don't they? Yes they do, or at least they're going to ruin you. You're going to give me a much higher salary and I'm going to do less work. I deserve more because I don't need some creepy boss like you perving over my feet for free and then giving me tasks and having me work really hard for like peanuts. I don't like it, it's not what I want. So you're going to rectify that or else I'm going to tell your wife.


I've made good friends with the head of security and he has saved all of the tapes of you jerking off to my feet. I know that you're a foot pervert and I know what you've been up to. I knew what I was doing when I would dangle my heel in front of you and let it fall to the ground so you could see my pantyhose feet. I knew what I was doing when I took off my stockings to 'rub' my feet in front of you. And then you would go and jerk off and you thought that no one was watching. Well I have those videos now.


So if you don't want your wife to know what a foot freak you are, you better increase my salary, make sure that I don't have to do any work around here, give me a promotion, and buy me more heels. I think these are totally reasonable requests. I know that my feet and heels make you weak, your mind is just wrapped around my heel, isn't it? I know you love stroking to them. You're addicted to my princess feet and I know that you want to keep me happy because you don't want me telling your wife how much you love my feet.


Princess Grace


Let me explain something to you my little boot slave, boot licker, boot polisher. You see these leather horse riding boots are more important to me than you. And your job is to keep my boots clean by licking them, and you even bought me these boots. Anything you thought had value in your life, it doesn't. It's worthless just like you. You are absolutely nothing. You're no longer human. Your life has absolutely zero meaning. The only function you have now is to buy my boots and to clean my boots. Simple, isn't it?


Before you realized you were a boot slave, there you were just roaming around thinking that you were a real man, thinking that you were a human being with feelings. And you felt so dead inside. And then you came across me and you felt this urge to buy me a pair of boots and fall to the ground and lick them and worship them and adore them. And then everything felt right, didn't it? You realized what you had been missing. You were meant to be a little boot bitch.


You knew you had to work harder to buy me expensive boots. Only the best for me and only the dirt on the bottom of my boot for you. This is about serving me, my little boot licker. When I'm happy then you're happy as my boot bitch. You understand that true sacrifice is the right thing to do. You know that you were born to serve my beautiful boots.


You will clean all of my boots and when I need a new pair, you will buy them. Simple, isn't it? Your life is so simple now. Before you had this realization that you were born to be a boot slave, you life was so complicated, wasn't it? Now your life is easy. You just lick my boots and then you buy me boots. So if you want my attention, you better get me more boots. And then when I walk outside in them, you want them to be clean for me. So you understand that you must lick them clean. You're a true boot slave. You put your ego aside and you understand that you need to be under my beautiful boots.


Princess Grace


I know you want to know how to please me. Ever since you saw me you can’t stop thinking about how to please Princess Grace. Well money is a very good start. But you know what else makes me happy? Chastity. I love seeing cocks locked away in a chastity cage. There’s nothing more exciting than knowing that a man can’t jerk off or get any sort of release without my permission.


Now maybe you’ve never considered chastity before so let me explain why it’s fun. First of all think about how good it will feel to please me. Think about how it will feel to be tormented while you watch all of my videos and to not be able to jerk off. You’ll have waves of pleasure filling your body and you won’t be able to do anything about it. But the great thing about it is that your torment and your frustration really please me and isn’t that what you really want?


Your suffering, your cock locked away in that cage are making me really happy. I’ll think about your locked cock while I’m getting fucked by a real man. I get to have orgasms, you don’t. I get to know that I’m just controlling you, controlling every aspect of your life. I’ve got your cock locked away, you can’t orgasm. Nothing for you. Just pleasure that you know you’re bringing me happiness. And I know that you want to make me happy.


So I’m planting seeds in your brain so you can start thinking about how good it will feel to put your cock in a cage for a powerful woman and how you can make me happy that way. Knowing that you’re not going to be touching yourself. You’re going to be a good boy, locked away in chastity.


I know that whenever I talk to my slaves about chastity, they’re always begging me to lock them up. They want me to be their key holder. They want to make me happy. They like knowing that it will make my orgasms more intense knowing that you’re not getting one. That’s a real turn on for me, it’s a rush for me, knowing that I’ve got your cock locked away.


HumiliationPOV welcomes our newest brat, Luxury Foot Fetish Model and International Financial Dominatrix Princess Grace!


Hello little pay pig, I’m spoiled Princess G and I’m here to tell you what you’re worth. I want you to know that you’re not special. No matter how much you tribute me or how many gifts you send me, I really don’t give a fuck. I don’t care at all. All I think is, ‘Is that all he sent? Is that it?’ My greed is never ending. I could have a pay pig send me ten thousand and then I’d think, ‘Hmmm I only got ten thousand.’ And then I’m sad, LOL! My friends think I’m so spoiled but like so what. That’s the way I am, that’s the way I’ve always been.


So you better spend and spoil me a lot if you want to be noticed. You’re nothing but a pathetic little pay pig to me. You’re not special to me. You don’t mean anything to me. You’re just another fucking idiot. I mean even if you send a thousand I think, ‘Do I even want to talk to him? He only sent me a thousand.’ Anything less than that and I wouldn’t even notice or think of acknowledging it.


You just love to send more and more. You can’t help yourself. And I don’t even need your money. I just want to take it from you. I just like knowing you’ll have nothing to spend on yourself. I want to know that you’re suffering while I live a life of luxury. You live to make your spoiled princess happy.


I’ve already got so many pay pigs that spoil me so don’t think that your thousand dollars will impress me. You need to send more, you need to make it hurt. I don’t care if you have to work harder or sell things that you have, I really don’t. You need to do whatever it takes and send me more money. You’re such a stupid little piggy. As soon as you give me money I just want more. I’m gonna break your mind, your heart and your bank account. And you know what you’re gonna say after I do that? You’re gonna say, ‘Thank you Princess Grace for ruining me.’ And then you’re going to bow down and you’re gonna kiss the bottoms of my heels. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you suck the heel as you’re saying thank you to me as I’m counting your money, lol.


And even when I’m milking you dry, you’ll still run to the ATM to bring me more. And you’ll be trembling as you do so. And you’ll thank me again and kiss my other shoe. Doesn’t that sound fun, piggy? I know it does. You’re so lucky for this opportunity. You’re fucking nothing to me, do you get that pig?!