Amelia

So, you’re here . . .

That was your first good decision of the night. The second will be to pick up the phone. As you scroll down you will see many options to further your addiction to one of the hottest blondes. I’m 100% certain that by the end of this page, you will be my newest plaything. Of course, don’t think that because I call you my plaything that I actually care about you. I most often break my toys.

I have several long-term slaves that I’ve held for years and years because once you start down this rabbit hole of addiction, you are not going to ever be able to fully come back. You may get away for a little while, but you always relapse and come back to the One True Goddess.

I’m not for everyone. I’m not going to be on the other end of the line, touching myself and phone sexing you up. If you want that, call some vapid sorority brat. I’m certain she could provide. What you get when you talk to me is pure wickedness with a sweet, sugary honey coating. It’s that smooth, sexy sweet voice that will draw you in and let your defenses down, and then what you get after that can only be described as “the ride of a lifetime.”

I am a high-class princess. I’m accustomed to being addressed with respect and treated like royalty. The men in my life – even the ones I let be there because I abuse them – all have their places and they know such. Most of the times, it’s at my feet, adorning me with gifts and cash. Mostly, it’s wherever Princess tells you to be.

Intrigued? You should be. I’m more than you could ever dream of handling, but that doesn’t mean you won’t try. And when I conquer you, just like all the other worthless boys that I’ve crushed beneath my feet? You’ll just thank me and beg for more.