I know how it goes. There are so many slaves who just jump from one room to another, looking for someone who will throw a few humiliating words their way so they can jerk off, come, maybe send a few dollars, and go to sleep feeling proud of themselves. I get it, that’s their thing. But don’t ever bring that energy to me. Don’t ever enter my room and type “please humiliate me,” because I’ll give you exactly what you deserve… a block.
And trust me, I’m the queen of blocking. Not because you’re important, but because I learned a long time ago that I don’t want, need, or tolerate idiots who think yapping around will get them attention. I’m not one of those dommes who screams “pay me or get out” the second you join. I like to talk. I enjoy real conversations. But I won’t do it forever for free. It takes two to tango, and if you’re still there after a while, it means you’re enjoying it, which means at some point, you pay. Otherwise, you get kicked and blocked, because I don’t have time for wannabe slaves who confuse my patience with weakness.
There’s one thing that happens way too often and it drives me crazy. It’s about humiliation. Yes, I make those kinds of clips. I have plenty of them, and they’re good. But what I can’t stand is when I’m live, having a nice talk with my slaves, just a real conversation, and suddenly someone jumps in with “please humiliate me.” Like, seriously? Do you even think before you type? I don’t sit in front of the camera reading from a script like a robot. I actually enjoy interacting, laughing, and talking about real things. I’m not just some machine waiting for a trigger word. You can’t push a button and expect me to instantly switch into humiliation mode. Humiliate you about what exactly? I’ve never seen you, I don’t know what turns you on or off, we’ve never even talked, you’ve never sent a single tribute, and yet here you are begging for humiliation. What the actual fuck. If you want real domination, real interaction, you need to bring something real first. Otherwise, you’re just noise.
