The Power Of Meggerz

A little birdie told me how much you guys missed jerking off to yourselves and/or other men I’ve emasculated so, you’re welcome.

First a photo of me cuz I’m hot.

meggerz ass and foot worship

Now that that’s out of the way…

-This guy called.

easy money from ignoring a submissive

And with my phone sitting there on speaker, I banged out two custom clips and cammed up Snap Snap Slave on a free (Yes, *FREE*) Skype call. Be jealous of both these two. They got waaaay more than they bargained for, that’s for sure.

-And remember this little tidbit of TMI?

humiliation loser

I wouldn’t doubt he did it. He loves blowing fat loads into his loser face at the site of my ass.

cei self facial-Stupid fetching pig, otherwise known as ‘stupid moron’ or just plain ‘stupid’ is back. More easy ignore line money. Sunday we did quite a few hundred.

-This guy pays to blow in record time. 

He was in a public toilet this time, assuming at work.

one minute jerkoff

-Cuckie Sean loves me.

-Kendra is a whore.

stupid whore submissive

-Faggy is a whore.

-Cumdump is a whore.

-Met snap snap in real life. Blew his fucking mind.

-I have a tissue slave now. He pays for used tissues and restocks all my toiletry needs. So economical.

I know I am missing quite a few of you… if you want to be posted, you know where to find me.

meggerz money rich bitch

I Was Trolled

Recently I read an article in Time Magazine titled, “How Trolls Are Ruining The Internet” and it inspired me to share my story.


I was trolled.

*GASP*

Shocked?
I am.

Actually I’m not. I’ve been targeted many times before but this time it really got me questioning myself. So I told my story to my vanilla friends and I’ve decided to share with you, too.

(Please note the above sarcasm.)

It pretty much went along the lines of, “you’re fat.”

meggerz fat

My response, “I’m rich.”

“But you’re fat.”

“But I’m rich… …”

Here is the original image:

Filmed this on the same day for reference:

Ironically the fat shamed clip/image in question is titled, “Flaunting My Cash.” (Also ironic, all of my income comes from insulting men online.)

Clearly, I am not fat. And regardless of what I or anyone else looks like, I make like A LOT of money being ME.

Maybe my logic is flawed here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So remember kids, it’s the well thought out & sensical insults thrown around on the internet that make the cyber world such a unique and magical place. Any and all valuable opinions can be heard with the added thrill and bonus of remaining anonymous.

And on that note, why not tell me what YOU think?

STORYTIME!

How Meggerz Got A Boyfriend

My phone rings. It’s Niteflirt.
“Oh, fuck me.” I think.
I was taking my 45 minute ME time before my shower and seriously debating on ignoring the call. -Alas, I pick up.
“Hello. This is Niteflirt. A customer is on the line. This customer is calling your listing in Women Fetish Femdom, to your member name Princess Meggerz. The rate for this call will be $6.99 per minute. To accept this call…”
Begrudgingly, I hit one.

He’s forign with a thick accent and the connection’s shotty. I tell him to call back hoping he gives up and takes his ‘white American goddess’ fantasy elsewhere. They’re usually only good for a few bucks anyways. Apparently wages are shit in third world middle eastern countries, but what do I know?

“I had a dream about you. You and I were married and we had a child.”
W.T.F.
Uhhh. No.
“What makes you think I’d even consider marrying you?” I ask.
“why not..?”

We had a boy. His name was “Zayrod” – he meant Jared. He wants me to know more about him. He is paying $6.99 to reintroduce himself.

LOL
He wants to know why I am laughing at him.
LOL

“Send me a tribute and you can be my boyfriend…” LOL
“Yes Goddess.”

“Send me another tribute and I will call you ‘baby.'”
“Yes Goddess.”

Right around this point our previous call starts to come back to me and I know he’s good for even more cash.

He decides to divulge his “creepy” fantasy to me. His words, not mine. I’m at that point where no fantasy creeps me out anymore, clearly.
He asks me to fart in his face (cuz I’ve never gotten that one before). Because it’s romantic. It’s romantic when you send me tributes, baby.

We’re about a good 30 minutes into the call at this point and my boyfriend’s beginning to grow on me.
He then asks me for a different platform to send tribute on. “I fucking hate these sites taking your money!” he exclaims. My kind of boyfriend, let me tell you.

Eventually-
One thousand dollars later, “This call lasted 62 minutes. $289.95 has been credited to your account bringing you back to the advisor menu…” I can also hum the holding music if need be.

Anyway, moral of my story? Answer that phone! Money aside, I made myself a boyfriend. 😉

(Incase you’ve been living under a rock, start at the bottom and read to the top.)
*** Feel free to RT and reply to my story on twitter. The more the merrier.

niteflirt story on twitter
niteflirt story on twitter