Tributes, Teamviewer and tard

First off - Deep Thought is just about done!! Super excited :)

I actually only need one more thing which is cheap as hell: Rosewill 300Mbps 802.11 b/g/n Wireless Adapter (RNX-N250PCe). It will allow Me to get on the internet via the computer, so I expect it to be bought by the end of today. If not, then all of My slaves are a bunch of collective failures. Go check out My Deep Thought wishlist: http://amzn.com/w/1EKCX6Q1T7SQ8

Obviously there are more things I want to make it even MORE of a super computer. Like, I want two more harddrives in addition to the solid state, a second graphics card and a few other things. I'm going to keep pimping it out. My computer can kick your computers ass! Haha.

Today lightning speed internet is getting installed. I called around all the different companies until I could find the absolute fastest internet possible. Sick of lag, programs crashing, etc. Gettin' that shit fixed. So - next after the computer, I'm going to be pimping out My studio. More on that to come.

My slave denied has definitely had a lot of fun building the computer. Let's see.... I did a quick calculation adding up all the items he's purchased from the computer list, and it comes to $1,932.31 (not including tax). Hehehe, very good. And he managed to send oodles of cash last month, and some this month as well. And write a new blog post (and some clip reviews) on his blog, here: http://deniedforgoddesschloe.wordpress.com/

And sissy kelly. Well. There's that. Lol. It came up with 50 reason why it is a loser (all by itself). And it went shopping for Me. Bought a few things for the computer, a few this and thats... and a freaking adorable skirt I'm really excited to wear. Go laugh at how pathetic this creep is by reading its blog here: http://sissyslutkelly.livejournal.com/

If you follow Me on Twitter, you may have caught some of My exciting tribute tweets. Yeah,  I made BANK the other day draining losers on niteflirt. Hahahahaha. That was fun as hell. I'll let this screen shot speak for Me for a moment.

The majority of that was all from the same desperate creep, who after apparently hitting his bank limit deleted its niteflirt account. Ha. Buyers remorse? Too bad, I don't do refunds. Haha, he kept sending Me emails begging Me to completely ruin him - and I kept responding in pay-to-view mails. First I was only charging him like $10-$20 per PTV, but then since he kept begging so hard I figured I'd increase that to $100, $200, and then $400. All of which he paid, until he said that he only had $77 left, and asked if I would please take it. And then I did, haha. 

Earlier that day I was actually awoken by a strange kid. A 23 year old straight edge hardcore kid who is a sub, kind of. It wanted teamviewer. It wanted level 9. Hahahaha. So, after it had called My Niteflirt line a few times and paid per minute to ask Me dumb questions that are available all over My website, I told him to send the $100 session fee.

If you look in the search bar, you may notice there are strange symbols instead of http://google.com/WHEREMYPORN?!?! Lol, that's because I changed the keyboard settings, among many other things. 

I took control of admin account, changed passwords, adjusted time restrictions, decided he was only allowed to go on My websites (and only during certain hours). I decided his bedtime was 9 PM, and hmm... lots of other things. Dumb kid even got some cam in. I lol'd so fucking hard when I saw it had "blood in my veins" tattood on its chest. 

It was funny, when it first called My ignore line (and I was nice enough to talk back to it), somehow we got on the subject of punk rock. It said it liked black flag, I said I did too and had hung out with members of black flag. It said it liked hardcore and I immediately pinned it for a hardcore straight edge dumb fuck - right on the nail. I think he actually fell in love with Me when he saw Me put on My Descendents record. 

Get this - the creepy kid liked small penis humiliation, right? So, naturally I decided to start humiliating him. Dumb kid stops and says, "wait but, okay... so like., it's not that small. i mean it's not like giganto cock or anything, but it's a pretty good size, i don't know why i like being humiliated for having a small penis when i don't."

I googled "giganto" and pulled this up:

So your cock is nothing like this guy?

Then the kid, all embarrassed like it's in high school talking to the girl he likes for the first time says, "so like, do you find me attractive?"

I laughed, and then paused. I decided to first build him up a little bit. It seemed that he had begun to fantasize about the two of us sitting on the living room floor, playing Descendents and Black Flag albums all night and laughing while staring into each others eyes all lovey-dovey and giving cheesy compliments to each other cited from 80's high school teen movies. 

Then I crushed those dreams, and left him to wander the empty void of his boring, empty computer (without even the ability to play solitaire). It was around this time I started draining the aforementioned niteflirt loser, so I ignored him. Every 5-10 minutes he'd call My ignore line and sit there trying to get Me to talk to him. Haha. Sad. I'm sure it will come back, crying, missing Me. Wanting more. They always do.

So, if you've been following Me for more than a year or two, you may have heard of the slave tard who served Me way back and was My first teamviewer/chastity slave.

Lol, well tard is back. And obsessed. Apparently I was the last domme he served and My picture is still his background on his desktop.

There's one story that comes to mind when I think of tard, and I've been wanting to write about it for a while but keep forgetting.

One night, tard was in Las Vegas. On a business trip. In a room with his co-worker. I was talking to him on the phone. Actually he was on speaker with Me, My boyfriend at the time, and Mistress Molly. We all liked to fuck with tard together regularly. tard was easy to fuck with.

"tard, I want a money pack - now," I said.
"oh Princess," says the lowly tard, "I don't know where to get one. I'm in the middle of Las Vegas off the strip."
"Yeah, and there's a bunch of places to get a money pack - google it," I said. But then before it had the chance I opened up a browser on it's computer via teamviewer and googled it for him. Tard was slow, and sometimes just doing shit for him was the quickest way to get what I wanted.

We found some store that was open and had them. 

"Okay, but I'll have to take a cab. I'll also have to call you back as I'm on the 27th floor and I don't get cell phone reception in the elevator," tard said.
"No," I replied, "you're going to stay on the phone and take the stairs."
"The stairs?!" Tard exclaimed, shocked, "but Princess, it's 27 floors and I'm not in good shape!"
"Well then we'll get your ass into shape - take the stairs, and run down them. If you fall at least you'll fall in the right direction."

So fumbly bumbly tard made its way towards the treacherous staircase. 

At one point tard says into the phone, "Princess, I don't know where I am."
(A bit of backstory about the name I'm about to use - tard had a history of serving a domme and then going into hiding. I think it was My ex who at one point when talking about this deemed him 'tardsama,' or 'tardsama bin laden who goes deep into hiding.')

"Oh?" I asked, "you don't know where you are?"
"No, no idea, Princess."
"Yell at the top of your lungs 'my name is tardsama bin laden and I don't know where I am."
"Um, what?" he asked.
"Just do it."

At first he just sort of said the words lightly into the phone. That wasn't good enough so I told him to do it louder. Each time, I told him louder. Louder. Louder!

Until....

"MY NAME IS TARDSAMA BIN LADEN AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM," at the top of his shrill tardy creepy lungs.
Then a frantic whisper: "Princess, I hear someone. I think they're coming for me. Oh fuck!"

We heard frantic tumbling, and the slamming of doors, some random echoes, and then, "okay, I'm in the lobby."

Tard had made it safely onto the ground floor.

Next, tard had to navigate the confusion of the taxi line. 

"Wait," I said, "get on your knees and beg to give Me money."
"But Princess, people are all around Me," he said. 
I could hear them. I could hear people bustling about.
"Get on your knees and beg."
"Okay," he said, "Please Princess, please please please allow me to go get you money. Please!"
"Beg harder."
"PLEASE, i want nothing more than to give you money, PLEASE! PLEASE PRINCESS, PLEASE!"
I laughed.
"People are giving me funny looks, Princess," he said. 
"Okay," I replied, "you can get in a taxi - but first you must say, 'please magical fairy man, i am tardsama - take me to the great store where i can get money to give to my amazing princess."
"What?"
"Repeat it back to me."

It took tard a couple of tries to get it right, but he did. I heard him say it to the taxi driver. 

Tard made it safely to and from the store. I think he picked up $400 on a money pack. 

The funny thing, was that on his way back he remembered that he had left his computer on, and his co-worker could probably see all the perverted shit on it. And the fact that he was a slave under teamviewer control. Dumbass.

Studio Remodel, Trip Plans, Teamviewer, and more!

Life is fast and I love it. I'm getting even more excited about My trip this month - also, it has been extended by at least 3 days (16-20th). My boyfriend and I might may even do two trips in one. We've been thinking about staying in a relaxing hotel by the beach (despite being able to walk to the beach in 2 minutes where We are) somewhere undisclosed publicly. I think it would be nice and balance out the craziness of partying in Vegas. I still want Travelocity Giftcards sent to princesschloecash@gmail.com to cover hotel costs. I expect every single slave who serves Me currently to contribute. Tributes can also be sent via Niteflirt (Don't have an account? Click here).

If you follow Me on Twitter, you may have already heard that I'm currently remodeling My studio. I'm really excited because up until now I've been doing most of My video recording in My bedroom and around My house. The room I'm remodeling was previously being used for storage of other peoples stuff, but it's almost entirely cleaned out now and ready for sound proofing, painting, new flooring, furniture, and more. It will also be the future home of Deep Thought. I have big plans for the space, and plan on having it be 100% dedicated to My lifestyle as a Domme. As such, I am allowing slaves, worshippers, and admirers to purchase the things I want for it. I have items for My studio on My Wishlist, and I have marked them with *for My studio* in the comments. I'm sure even someone with sub-par intelligence could figure it out. Then again, I have to think when I recall 98% of the messages I've gotten on Yahoo.

Some of the items I want most for My studio:

This is for hanging backdrops. I'm very excited to begin experimenting with the green screen that sissy kelly purchased for Me, but hanging it is annoying as I don't have this yet! I'm most excited to begin experimenting with brainwashing/hypnosis videos along with using the green screen. The possibilities are endless, hehehe

On a completely different note, I've been doing a TON of Teamviewer Sessions this year. I started to keep count but I lost track around 8 or so. I also have done a bunch of sessions now on Windows 8. I've decided I don't like Windows 8 for a few reasons, and I like it for a few reasons. I wouldn't want it, personally. However, I have noted that there are some features that could be awesome for Teamviewer Domination, and some that might not be. I've yet to completely lock a computer down on Windows 8, so I'm sure I'll form further opinions about it. Initially I had a hard time figuring out how to switch between apps in the program, but I quickly got the hang of it. Another thing I noted is that there is the option to sign in with a windows live ID (which seems to be the main way people log in). That's good and bad in My opinion. It could be good for blackmail purposes if it's a public account you use, and you want to give Me access to your computer. Bad if a complete lockdown is wanted to be initiated, because you could easily recover the password, etc. Then again I could just disable that account entirely, make My account the sole admin, make a secondary account (limited) that I can control all options of from the admin account. There's always a way around it. Also, I had the most boring Teamviewer experience ever, with this creep who wanted level 2 (basically just looking around the computer without doing anything). Lol, he was so hungry for more that he set up another Teamviewer Session, this time *GASP* between level 3-4. I had some fun mind-fucking him, browsing his various internet profiles and making changes to his "about me" sections about how much he loves cock sucking, wearing panties, etc. Then I discovered a fun feature that I am definitely going to be using in the future. I found a setting that flipped the whole screen upside down and inversed the mouse keys. I was cracking up, I love doing stuff like that on Teamviewer. Our section got disconnected, and he messaged Me asking if I wanted to log back in. I asked how badly he wanted Me to, and apparently it was pretty bad - so I charged him for another session. 

Note: I charge a minimum of $100 per session. I do not as of this time have timed sessions, as I genuinely enjoy doing Teamviewer sessions and like to stay on the computer for as long as I feel like it. Generally a session can last at minimum half an hour, sometimes upwards of two hours depending on whether or not I enjoy it. For more information on Teamviewer Sessions and Levels of Control, Click Here!

And... Tomorrow I'm going on a day trip with My boyfriend, which I'm extremely excited about! We're going to be traveling out of town to a really adorable beach town. We've got a bunch of stuff planned for the day. We're hitting up some really awesome sights, beaches, and restaurants. He has been so amazing, helping Me set up My studio space entirely. Unlike My creepy followers, he is a real man who is really good at manly things. Like assembling and building things, and being super strong and sexy while building/assembling said things. 

We've been going on lots of dates and having a total blast lately. On the left is a picture from the other day. We went into one of those pikapika booths in San Francisco. It was all in Japanese, so we didn't understand anything (although I did learn how to write/read the Hirigana alphabet a while back). The booths are so much fun, they're like a game. When you're done taking the photos you have to dash into another booth where there's a screen with two pens (electronic) where you are timed and decorate the photo. So good, I love weird stuff, haha. 

Kind of like these socks that I got on the same day (previously posted to My Twitter):

Updates 8/29/12

Lots of new things have been going on lately; it’s hard to decide where to begin! If you follow Me on Twitter you will know I just locked up My owned sissy bitch Kelly in chastity. It was hilarious – we were both on cam and the bitch couldn’t get the cage on because its oversized “clitty” wouldn’t go down. Being the evil Domme that I am, I decided to make it even more difficult by showing off My converse collection (sissy’s greatest weakness second only to Me). This made it entirely more difficult. I then began to weaken sissy kelly even more by ashing and spitting into a pair of red and black converse that sissy wants so desperately to own. This went on for an incredibly long time, so to get it soft again I made sissy kelly stare at a picture of Mao. You can read whores blog here.

I’ve been getting tons of presents lately, as well as cash tributes. I blogged and tweeted last week about needing a new laptop (even though I have three), and within 48 hours I had enough Amazon Gift Cards for adorable pink Sony Vaio that I wanted – and I had gift cards leftover for extra shopping! I was surprised by the sheer amount of completely anonymous gift cards that I received as well!

I also got a chance to try out My new computer for a Teamviewer session! My victim paid a week in advance using Venmo, then tribute again afterwards. I didn’t even ask them to write about the experience, but they sent this anyway:

I wanted to write a brief note of feedback on our TV session as much for my own recollection as for your consideration. As I mentioned in my background, I'd previously had a couple of TV sessions with another domme who searched through my emails and copied a bunch of my files. Going into our session I was expecting much the same and was hoping you would take it another step further by modifying the settings on my computer to maximize the humiliation. Needless to say, I was surprised.
As you noted going into the session, the anticipation was debilitating. I didn't eat and my heart was racing with the anticipation/fear of what might be in store. I really enjoyed that you started your microphone. In retrospect, I probably should have left my microphone off for both our sakes. From my standpoint, though, it was fantastic to hear you going through the actions and describing (somewhat) your thought process as you did so. It added to the session immensely to hear you laughing and enjoying the havoc you wrought.
Your choice of background image and color schemes gave me a headache, its like snow blindness. The real problem, though, came from the borders which made it impossible to even see the windows. This was a pain in the ass to resolve (even with full mouse functionality).

The tiny content windows and illegible font made it nearly impossible to see what was located anywhere... As you also saw, I didn't remember some of the stuff tucked away in the there. Those letters and chat conversations were as much as surprise to me as to you (well, maybe not quite as much of a surprise).

In terms of humiliation, your taunts and threats of posting and sharing videos that you found was certainly frightening. Making me read those messages for you was also a new but extremely effective method to embarrass me. Again, I didn't enjoy having to provide commentary on what you found, and for that reason it was really effective. Probably not necessary to say that the karaoke was an unexpected and unwelcome addition.

Finally, I really enjoyed that you taunted me with the mouse disablement. I could tell you were really enjoying it and it really got me excited. Part of me wanted you to leave me with the pad disabled as a final sign of control, but I realize I was quite adamant in my limits about accessibility. As you said, though, a trip to a 24 hr Walmart could have got me a mouse pretty quick. I definitely cringed when you found that setting hidden in the computer. If you hadn't shown me where it was, I'm not sure how long it would have taken me to find it again. Regardless the play of not knowing whether you would leave me with a mousepad was really great!

Thank you for a wonderful session. I really enjoyed it and greatly appreciate your respecting my limits. If we can book a second session, I would probably relax a few of those. Thanks also, for the cum eating humiliation. It seemed like you weren't too into the nasty stuff (can't say I blame you), but opening those files up really was a great experience for me. I hope that you found it interesting, despite the restrictive limitations.

My Ebanned auctions have gone very well – I’ve made over $400 from them so far (that’s not including additional hundreds I’ve received from admirers on the site). I’m thinking of throwing up a few more to see just how much money I can exploit from you dumb fucks.

Some of you are also aware that I’m in the process of creating a sissy training program! If you want to otified when the school is up and running, click here.

Some of the things purchased for Me recently:

… and some gift cards!

Also check out My newest article on Domme Dose, or you can wait for Me to post it on this blog. If you’re curious go here: http://dommedose.com/main/domme-pieces/full-time-findom-a-real-job-by-princess-chloe/