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.”
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.

He wants to know why I am laughing at him.

“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.

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

Why Yes, This Is My Job

Because Tokyo and Thailand weren’t enough, I’ve planned another trip in a few weeks to unwind with friends in Puerto Rico.

We spent about a week exploring Tokyo.

The Scramble Crosswalk Shibuya Tokyo

The Scramble, Shibuya, Tokyo

Three days in Bangkok and 10 exploring the beaches.

Ao Nang Beach, Krabi, Thailand

Ao Nang Beach, Krabi, Thailand

I love it when people ask if this is my “real” or “only” job. Yes. This… this right here, what you see in my blog is my “job.” Crazy right?

I get paid to do this. I get paid to travel because I deserve to live a lavish and pampered lifestyle.

meggerz thailand

And it turns you on to seeing me spend your money, enjoying my life. I take pleasure in knowing you are slaving your days away, working 60+ hours a week only to hand whatever you have over to me. Why not? It makes perfect sense. You don’t even have the time to enjoy it yourself. It’s much better if I spend it for you.

meggerz sunset

It’s Raining CASH

And then this happened.

devotional love letter




A $599 couch was also purchased.

Someone else was randomly sweeping my wishlist.

And Charles making moves to keep his anonymity. He doesn’t want to be made an example of. I want more Charles.


I didn’t even lift a finger. I just went out and ignored the computer like usual. BTW- love the jacket, brown nips.

meggerz jacket

All Aboard The Drain Train

A sub of mine recently told me that he was beginning to learn my MO.

I let him continue typing…

“…now I’m pretty certain Your schedule doesn’t allow for that type of interaction during the day (toying with him while at work). You’re too focused on being a rockstar: sleeping in, shopping, etc to bother until later in the day. Come on now. I’m not trying to generalize. I know how special You are and I appreciate You! I’m just familiar with the scene and there are some consistent habits shared by successful dommes”

Me: heh I suppose.

“If I could make a great living sleeping in alot and waiting to work until the mood strikes me later in the day I’d do that too!”

Me: or like once a week

“Show off. :P”

Me: if that

“I love how cocky You are. It’s so fucking hot. You can totally notice when it’s real vs just an act.”

Me: just being honest.

Don’t believe me? Cumdump will confirm the more I ignore him, the crazier it drives him to work even harder. It’s my special talent. The less fucks I give the more I am given.

meggerz feet cam

And when I do make an appearance it always ends easily in my favor. For instance, tonight arabicpig creamed his panties within 3 minutes, bopping around to Fergie’s “My Humps” without even touching it.

rip off cam

This eager beaver paid for $10 minutes but exploded in uh… 1? ONE.

My boys are really fighting over me tonight. Hopped on TeamViewer and sent myself enough gift cards for an Apple Watch amongst other tributes.

teamviewer bitch

Faggie aka brown nips saw this tweet and decided to hop right on the spoil Meg bandwagon.

faggy binge

Also, I woke up to this.

faggy giftcard

So when piggy justin saw all the commotion he hopped right on my drain train.

$100 worth of Whole Foods gift cards, Dope pants, accessories, and something else (not even worth remembering what) still isn’t that GoPro HERO4 that is still sitting, waiting very IMPATIENTLY on the unpurchased list. PAY DAY = FETCH DAY.

princess meggerz demands

Snap snap better make me happy because I’d hate to accidentally misplace this… I spoke too soon, another $100 was just deposited on cue.
locked up in chastity

But what I really want to know is who is going to pay for my little soiree last Saturday? Don’t even bother emailing to ask. Just take care of it.

cuckold date night