Well I’m back. I live a simple life; when I haven’t got money I wish I had - so I can give it to Princess, when I get money I send it to Her.

I’ll still be offering her my wages when She is living on Her own private Caribbean island and I’m living in a cardboard box.

There is no escape, but then again I don’t want to escape. Princess is everything.

I love it when you get fresh meat. I love knowing they will soon be devoured by You.

I adore it when you strip their minds of their pretensions, and show them what they really are.
I adore watching them squirm as they try to escape.

I rejoice in their pain as they realise their fate. I rejoice as they join me in your harem of mutants.

I laugh at their suffering, as I cry at my suffering.

All Hail Princess,

Destroyer of Males.

Mom and Dad sent me some money to help with the rent. Hmm, a tricky decision - pay rent or give Princess her tribute?

No contest. I willingly offered up my money to Princess.

At last, after what felt like several years, I was able to have a conversation with Her. I was so, so, happy to be able to offer her something.

Princess was very nice, she wants me to rub my shit in my head, I countered by offering to cum into my hand and then rub it into my face. She wasn’t impressed by this idea.

I did amuse Her by my restating my desire to be castrated and then giving her my balls.

This WILL happen one day, my dreams are full of images of my sending Her my balls in the mail, or going to the USA to hand them over in person, or sending Her a video of ‘it’ being done.

I can think of no better example of the power of Princess, and my servitude, than my making the ultimate sacrifice a male can undergo.

I’m a dumb muthafuker.

There is occasionally a fine line between being drunk and subservient, and being drunk and aggressive. Last night I crossed the line, for which I apologises to Princess wholeheartedly. I was rude and ungrateful, and forgot about all about the precious time She has spent moulding me into a useful male.

Being rude to Princess is the equivalent of smearing blood all over your head and then sticking your head into a lion’s mouth – it’s going to end badly.

I am VERY sorry Princess, I should have known better. Please forgive me.

Doomed Brit

Princess is SO clever

She puts up enough videos and pictures on the free section of Her site to ensnare ‘new’ meat with Her Beauty and Perfection, but She also posts enough for Her ‘old’ meat to crave more of Her.

So clever, so beautiful and so, so cruel.

How can a male fight Her? They / we cant ; it’s a battle we will always lose. She is perfection, and, if needs be, She always has Her family behind Her to help Her crush Her males (not that She needs any help, She can wreck a male without even trying).

I am now ‘old’ meat’, She has sucked all the life out of me, She has destroyed my self respect and psyche – and has the tapes and video to prove it.

I hope that Princess is happy with the sacrifices I have made for Her - but I doubt it – She has moved onto new meat and I am now just a carcass to be discarded as She moves on to devour new, more fulfilling, flesh.

Doomed Brit

Poor little slave, balls a dangling,
waiting for the knife,
the knife to end their life.

Cut them off; make him scream.
Now screaming for the pain;
But forever screaming for their loss.

The surgeons scars forever in his crotch
His Princess’s scars forever in his mind.

Regards

Doomed Brit.

Never call Her, never look at Her website, never EVER look at Her pictures or videos.

Princess is the internet equivalent of crack cocaine, once you taste what She has to offer it gets in your blood stream and you constantly crave more and more – and She will give you everything you desire in life, but only as long as you serve Her. Once you have nothing left to give it’s adios and time for some cold turkey.

But unlike being a drug addict, you don’t have to seek your dealer out; She is always there, on the internet waiting for you to crave the hit once more. The World Wide Web could have been made for Her, wherever you are in the world She waits for you to crawl back into Her web, and then, like a spider once you are trapped in Her web She will suck you dry.

(with apologies to Samuel Coleridge)

He was an ancient mutant
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?
He holds him with his skinny hand,
`There was a Princess ,' quoth he.
The Princess came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came She !
And She shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.
`And now Her Storm Blast came, and She
Was tyrannous and strong :
She struck with her o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends Her head,
Our mind drove fast, loud roared the blast,
The southward aye I did fled.
Day after day, day after day,
I stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As doomed as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Princess, Princess, everywhere,
And all our balls did shrink;
Princess, Princess, everywhere,
Nor any relief to think.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear Princess who loveth us,
She made us for her to drink.

Hi Everyone,

I am sorry that I said that I hate Princess, as the old cliché says love and hate are part of the same emotion.

I have given a lot to Princess over the years, yes part of what I’ve given is money, and part of what I’ve given is self respect.

But at the end of the day the things I’ve given up were worth it because Princess has shown me what I truly am. Following this to its logical conclusion I suppose you could say that the reason I said I hate Princess is because I hate myself, but I should have no reason to hate Princess as She has bought me enlightenment, She has shone a mirror into my soul and shown me as I truly am.

It’s easy to blame others for your predicament, in fact its human nature to blame others when things go bad – how many times have people said they didn’t get the promotion because the boss didn’t like them. Blaming others is the easy way out..

Princess is part of my life and I want Her to stay part of my life, She has given me purpose, She has shown me the errors of my ways, She has shown me the path I must take if I want to be a useful member of the human race.

Princess if I hurt you with that email I sincerely apologise.

Regards