The Price of Devotion

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It’s my birthday month, my favorite time of year. A time for my loyal slaves to prove themselves worthy of me by tributing accordingly or finding new ways to impress me.

Of course, I received gifts and wishes from countless slaves this month, but only those who truly earned their place appear in my stories. Every tribute, every act of obedience, every display of loyalty is carefully noted. Only the ones who push themselves beyond limits, who surrender fully and prove their devotion, deserve to be recognized and celebrated in my chronicles. The rest? Their efforts fade into the background, unseen and unremarkable, reminders of what true service really means.

As always, the most devoted know how to stand out. Michael showed his devotion with a breathtaking gesture: a €1,200 set of Honey Birdette lingerie, paired with a €3,500 tribute. That is what true loyalty looks like. But he didn’t stop there, he also paid for my three upcoming trips in September, covering flights and hotels for a total of €7,000. As a reward for proving his devotion once again, I will take him with me to the Venus Show in Berlin – another mind-blowing experience tailored just for him. And of course, I will be shooting plenty of content with Michael along the way, so stay tuned.

Jessica, on the other hand, is drowning in financial issues, but even in his desperation, he begs me to take what little stability he has left. I hold his iPhone, loaded with all of his credit cards, and I use them whenever I please. For my birthday parties, of course, his card paid the bill. His suffering only deepens my control, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sissy Gigi couldn’t stay for my full online party, but she knew better than to show up empty-handed. She appeared in my video chat just long enough to send me a $500 gift and bow to me with a “happy birthday.”

Last month, I maxed out the credit cards of Sissy Vanessa and Sissy F. Vanessa now carries $1,000 in debt for me, and F. carries $2,500. They had no choice but to accept it, my control over them leaves no room for negotiation. And since they couldn’t pay it off immediately, I demanded that they amuse me during my birthday celebration instead.

Both pushed themselves to new extremes, proving their desperation and loyalty. Vanessa, in particular, showed just how far she is willing to go to earn her place in my harem of slaves. She sucked a shemale cock for the first time.

Then there was Sissy Gabriella, who had a moment of relapse, and it only reminded her, and everyone else, how strong my power has become. Earlier this year, she had taken a huge step toward her complete submission by sucking cock for the first time, testing her boundaries and proving how far she was willing to go to please me. As my birthday gift, and in addition to paying a $1,000 tribute in a single night, she agreed to do it again, demonstrating just how deeply my control has rooted itself in her mind and will. Every day, my power grows, deeper and more intoxicating. My slaves are constantly finding new ways to serve me, desperate to prove their loyalty, desperate to please me in any way they can. With every tribute, every act of obedience, every moment of hesitation broken, my power strengthens, and the bond between me and my slaves becomes absolute. Those who try to resist feel the pull even stronger, until eventually, like Gabriella, they return, willing to give everything they have, and more, just to remain in my world.

And then there was Sissy Julia, who outshone them all. Her birthday gift has been the largest so far—more than $6,000 spent on LF and Throne in just two nights. That is the kind of devotion that cannot be faked.

Every tribute from her was more than money, it was pure, dripping surrender. I could feel her wallet-pussy quivering at my control, trembling with every command I gave. Fear, desperation, and euphoria intertwined as she obeyed without hesitation. Each transaction wasn’t just cash – it was a confession of her obedience, a token of her submission, a reminder that she exists to serve me. She opened herself to me completely, her financial devotion exposing her will like the perfect little cash-slut she had become.

With every beep of a sent payment, I felt her falling deeper under my spell. Her wallet-pussy was mine to drain, piece by piece, and she loved it. She shivered with the thrill of being used, humiliated, and entirely obedient, giving me not only her money, but her focus, her attention, her devotion. Each tribute was a mark of her ownership, a delicious reminder that her life revolves around pleasing me.

Sissy Julia is young, attractive, and endlessly eager to please. She thrives on attention, and she never misses an opportunity to send me photos and updates, making sure I’m always at the center of her world.

But because it’s my birthday month, she pushed herself further, turning her devotion into something more, something that could not only entertain me but also profit me. She sucked cock on cam and willingly gave me full control over the recording by signing a talent agreement, granting me the rights to distribute her content anywhere and to anyone I choose. One of her videos has already been sold to other slaves. With every sale, her submission deepens, her humiliation intensifies, and her wallet-pussy becomes more addicted to my dominance.

This is what true service looks like: loyalty that feeds my power, devotion that extends beyond limits, obedience that blurs the line between fantasy and reality, and a financial surrender so complete it leaves the slave trembling, desperate, and entirely mine.

Julia’s devotion proves what I’ve always known: real submission isn’t about a single act. It’s about that deep, unshakable bond that grows with every sacrifice. She’s proof that when you truly give yourself over to me, when you stop resisting and let me inside your mind, you’ll never want to come back.

It makes me wonder: is it any surprise that my most loyal and giving slaves are sissies? Perhaps it’s because they’ve embraced their feminine side. They understand women better, they know what I need, and they serve with a mix of sensuality, honesty, loyalty, and care.

They are the best slaves – the ones with whom I build the deepest connections. And that is what I treasure most about Dom/sub relationships: not just the power or the control, but the intimacy and the unbreakable bond that grows stronger with every act of surrender.

And I know, as you read this, part of you is already wondering what it would feel like. To be the one shaking as you hit “send.” To feel your heart race when I take more and more, and more, until you’re dizzy with the thrill of being mine. That curiosity you feel right now? That’s the same hunger that melted Julia’s will, until all that remained was devotion and desire for me.

The only question is: will you resist it, or will you let yourself fall?