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Being an Elite Brat
Hey guys! I had someone point out to me this week that I spelled Louboutin wrong on my listings. I put it down as Leboutin, but this girl went simply nuts on me. It’s sad.
I think some phone sex girls are highly jealous of it when they see someone who truly encompasses the lifestyle of an elitist. I don’t just fake like I buy expensive things. I don’t talk about driving a Mustang and wearing a $50 pair of Jessica Simpson shoes… uh, maybe when I was in highschool. Hah.
A true financial domme.. a true money brat… a true money pig maker… knows what it takes to be a cruel young lady while at the same time having fun. I guarantee you that there’s not another money domme on niteflirt that is creaming their panties over the Britney concert coming in a few mos. OMG… but this little Princess is. Yes. I will be in the first 5 rows, screaming my head off… rocking some Blahnik shoes, DVB jeans, and a halter top… My eyes will be lined with MAC make up… and I will have 3-4 of my girlfriends with me… and guess what? One of you fuckers will be paying for it. Simple. AS. That.
I will lock eyes with the guy at the martini bar… entrance him with my $10,000 ankle bracelet waving back and forth.. and $100 manicure… and I will slip my hand in his pocket, past his pathetic cock.. and grab the keys to his Cadillac Sport… or his Audi A8 which becomes MY Audi A8 for the night.. I’ve did it. I’ve sat on the red leather in a silver Audi A8 and nearly orgasmed from revving the engine and playing with first gear and the clutch.
I get off on the power.
I get off on being me.
Meanwhile, the other financial dommes can put steaks and expensive chocolate and books and CDs on their wishlists for you to buy. Ew. Sorry. No.
There’s just a difference in knowledge of the lifestyles. I’m sure a lot of the bratty princess dommes out ther cannot tell you what it’s like to be in a high ranking university sorority. They don’t drive 50k cars with greek letters on the back. They don’t do charity work for the blind and homeless during the day on the weekends… only to turn into a raging, cruel, money bitch at night.
I am what they all wish they could be.
True facts.
I may not spell everything right. I may not have the loudest recordings. I may not be the most obnoxious fake bitch, ever…
But I am me..
and all of you..
ALL OF YOU.. wish you could either be me.. or be with me.. or serve me.
Lexie
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Someone made the comment today that I was too nice for financial domination. Hmm. What makes someone too nice? Do I have to be old and have a bug up my ass to financially dominate someone? Do I have to take pics of myself in slutty outfits, flipping off the camera and be dumb as a rock? Does my other job have to be a power bitch executive or a bratty tanning salon worker? Really?
I believe those are all terrible, terrible stereotypes of financial domination mistresses. I, Lexie, am redefining what it means to financially dominate someone. I go to college. I’m working on a degree. I still love my parents… I have a dog… But… but… but…
I enjoy the finer things in life. I prefer wearing $500 Louboutin shoes. I prefer wearing lingerie from Provocateur. I prefer going and spending one day per month getting my eyebrows done, my hair done, a massage, and being pampered. I enjoy life. I REALLY enjoy life when it’s being paid for by a man who wants me.
I enjoy the thought of you wanting me… it makes me smile. I can become cold and calculating when need be. I can become the bitch you dream of… when need be… and when it DOES happen.. watch out.
I’ve been known to max out credit cards… or have complete strangers in a mall pick up a new handbag for me. AS a matter of fact, the clear Michael Kors backpack that I carry to school was paid for by a friend’s father. He saw me at Macy’s looking at it… and he asked me if he could buy it. I did not touch him. I did not fuck him… but I did lean over, whisper in his ear.. and let him know that I KNOW that he wishes he could fuck me. Just hearing me whisper that fact…
Or the time some man sent over Korbel champagne at the club. Fucking, KORBEL. Yes. I walked over to him with a smile on my face… took one sip.. and spit it all over his shoes.
Do not disgrace me by half assedly worshipping. DO not disgrace me by misunderstanding my “normalness” as weakness.
Just because I go see my parents on the weekends… just because I’m not some fat cow in leather barking orders… just because I have an education… does not mean that I will not take you for everything you’ve got.
Looks can be decieving.
My niceness can be decieving..
but call me…
then check your wallet.. and see how decieving everything was.
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Last three days in NYC – Back
I’m back. I spent the last three days in NYC with a girlfriend. WE do so much traveling together. Her parents give her about as much cash as I take from you guys while phone fucking ;)…. So yeah, we totally splurged on ourselves… We went to see RENT for like the millionth time… and then we spent so much time dancing in the clubs and getting our freak on. IT was perfect…
But I’m back.. there’s school work to do.. teachers to fuck over.. and pics to sell to all my little lonely, admirers, right? Didja miss me? All of you? Missed me? I’m sure that you did.
I’m going to be updating the side pages here in a bit.. with all my recordings for sale.. and my pics for sale. I’d really like to get a stable of money pigs calling.. over and over and over.. THat’s what life is all about..
xoxox
Lexie
(I’ll update again later.)
Weekend :)
So my weekend was spent worrying about my girlfriend. I know, I know. Not particularly sexy, but she lives down in Clear Lake in Houston, TX. Luckily, she evacuated.. but she spent quite a bit of time on the side of the road when her car ran out of gas. I actually hung up on my sexy little sissymichelle… and I’m sorry about that.. when I saw her text message.. it was important… but you called back! :) And that’s good.
I’m going to be logged in for a bit tonight :) Hopefully you guys can catch your phone sex princess.. and we can get up to some naughtyness :)
I have a few appointments after class on Monday… so hopefully you guys can catch me then :)
I’m putting together some signs and posters for a pep rally right now… :) Will talk to you all later.
Lexilicious
What’s a phone sex girl?
I’ve been thinking about whether I consider myself to be a hardcore phone sex girl or not. I enjoy roleplays. I do. Really. I’m not quite sure that I enjoy the 2 hour call where I’m having to fake orgasms with Ira the Wonder Schlong though. If you’re a phone sex girl, you know the type of guy I’m talking about. For you guys out there, let me explain it. He’s the guy that expects women to orgasm over and over again with intense rubbing of their clitoris. He’s also the guy that tells us that his dick is 8-10inches long and as thick as a soda can. Really? REALLY? *sighs*
I don’t want to do a bad job; especially at $2.99/min. That’s kinda rude. I mean I get that life is about me. I get that I’m special and a phone sex princess and all that… but I don’t want to be rude. So I fumble through the call. At first, I try. I really do. I’ll slip off my dance shorts (that’s usually what I take calls in). I’ll get comfortable in the middle of my large white canopy bed. I’ll have a little bit of R&B playing in the background… just so you guys can’t hear.. but still loud enough so you can hear a little bit… But after orgasm #1… I just can’t seem to bring myself off again. I need something more. Something more special. Something more intense.. something mental…
I think that might be the reason that I enjoy the tease and denial aspect to phone sex so much. I like taking it “there”. I like taking life to that limit. I like using my voice, my body, my ability to tempt you.. to go further. It’s fun.
Last Wednesday, I think, I cleared $900 overnight. Steven called. I was doing my nails in bed watching America’s Next Top Model… and texting with my girlfriend on my iphone… and the phone rang. I was going to decline it.. but something told me not to. Twenty minutes later, Steven is paying $50/min for the phone fuck manipulation of his life. It’s what I do… I do it well. There’s no denying it.
After he called, my little British fool took advantage of it being his birthday… he took advantage of having some of the best financial domme phone sex of his life. Why? Because he could. Because I was there. Because I AM THE BEST. Period.
Tonight I’m logging in at $24.99/min… tomorrow I will spend some time logged in at regular $2.99/min. Check out both of my indicators below to see if you want to call.
- My financial domination listing.. anywhere from $3.99/min to $49.99/min.. depending on mood and who I’m fucking with.
- My $2.99/min listing. I’m on during the day and evenings alot.
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