She’s sharp, and went out of her way to engage as she told me her story.
They started paying me, sending money through Pay Pal, as long as I was willing to talk dirty to them.
Every few nights, the same people would jerk off to online conversations with me via Yahoo Messenger. But he did, and the next day I picked up my cash at Western Union.
I started making a lot of money, and it turned into a career, with me charging $5 or $6 a minute to talk online. I made a conscious effort not to thank him for sending it. Now get down on your knees.” I wound up earning 30 grand from him that year.
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during the run-up to the annual Adult Video News Awards in Vegas, two provocatively clad women told me about a guy who gave them $84,000. The women, Maitresse Madeline and Mistress Lorelei Lee, made names for themselves as actresses in adult films, but they also indulge in the sexual art of “financial domination,” or “fin dom,” a craft that sounds like a cross between S&M and a big-store con (albeit, with extremely compliant marks, dubbed “pay pigs”).
He was Australian, they said, and the money was supposed to be for a session of live online camming. It fills their bank accounts while satisfying the carnal needs of guys who get off on giving money to demanding women.
It was a nice chat, until I started asking too many questions. Giving her age as “late 20s,” she lives in Brooklyn, seems forthcoming and down to earth, doesn’t take herself too seriously, and rakes in over 0,000 a year -- all of which she claims on her taxes.
After I requested proof of the ,000 transaction, they became testy. When I reached out to them for a follow-up chat, a representative told me that they “felt the tone of the conversation was borderline disrespectful,” and that future interviews were out of the question. And I kept encountering the same problem: most wouldn’t talk, many were hostile (unsurprising, given their line of work), some struck me as outright fakes. Her haul comes via cash and gifts from men who are happy to grovel online, fulfill Amazon wish lists, and send money via Western Union, all without meeting her IRL.
They usually find the Princess through her website, meggerz.com, which commands, “Pay to obey.” We met at a cocktail lounge near where she lives.
She wore a casual skirt and a black tank-top that showed ample cleavage, courtesy of a devoted subject who ponied up ,000 for implants.
She’s got long brown hair, a girlish smile, and a wiseass demeanor.