14Aug 2013

The sad, sad fairytale of Ben The Wormdick and and the Princess…..

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (well a bedsit in bognor), there way a sad little man with no
His name was Ben the Wormdick.
Because Ben had no friends, and and no personality, and a tiny cock Ben was sad….poor Ben
He wanted a girlfriend, but no one wanted him back!!!
“So, what to do?” muttered Ben, one dreary, drizzly night, whilst sitting in his bedsit nursing a semi
Ben hopped over to his computer and googled “beautiful princesses”
With 2 shakes of a rabbits tail, a window popped up.
“Princess Sofia of London…..” Ben said, as he clicked on the link.
Up popped a picture of a beautiful princess, with raven hair, ruby lips and emerald green eyes.
Ben wanted the princess as his girlfriend so bad, he leapt for his phone and text her.
Alas, within no time ben the wormdick was knocked back.
All the princess wanted was his money, his pride, and a picture of his pathetic stump of a cock to show
all the other princesses and fair maidens so they could laugh and point and show real men with big cocks
the picture and they could all laugh in their beautiful existence away from the smelly little loser in bognor
Pindick ben, as he is also known, was so desperate to be a part of the princess’ world, he did what he was
told and emptied his wallet into the princess’ bank account.
Oh how she laughed and laughed while he sat and ate beans on toast and she drank champagne.
The sad little man with the oversized pubic bush and the tiny cock was commanded to empty his earnings into
her account from thereon in

And they all lived happily ever after.
Apart from Ben , who lived a deprived and frugal life and would later die a virgin, of poverty based diseases.

The end

21May 2013

I have posted this as its captures exactly how i feel slaves should be treated

Princess Thank You for Your magnificent profile Princess. I have to say it looks as though You have acquired premises worthy of Your beauty and superiority. I have toiled for over forty years and still live in a hovel, yet Your beauty has achieved this at Your tender age! Ny suggestion for Your underground space would be to create somewhere truly uncomfortable to keep Your slaves. Bare brick walls, concreted floors are so much more threatening than the stereotyped red and black dungeons You so rightly wish to steer clear of. I sometimes wonder if these premises are designed with the comfort of the slave in mind!! How much more wonderful for You to have Your slave(s) hanging from chains in the cold and dark, the harsh walls scouring their flesh, whilst You and Your friends enjoy the luxury of Your home upstairs. Of course the slave can always be unchained when required to serve You, but it will know full well that it will soon be returning to it’s miserable dark dungeon, quite possibly to receive the thrashing it deserves! How lovely if You decide to leave the house, and the wretched slave can hear Your wonderful heels clicking on the street sky light as maybe You go out to dine in a wonderful restaurant. The slave of course will be left wondering where it’s next crust of stale bread or sip of tepid water will be coming from! What a wonderful existence Princess πŸ™‚ If i can serve You in any way please command! slave s

20Apr 2013

I am off to Newquay with the girls for a surfing trip. A good solid week of partying, causing havoc with the local boys and making all the other girls sick with jealousy.

We’re going on the road as we have several board4773_193732030231_637425231_7477366_1496385_ns, us and like a million pairs of shoes to transport. We are buying an old banger camper van to take with us. ROADTRIIIIIP!!!!!

I am going to Sutton tomorrow to buy it……

Which lucky scumbag is going to come and meet me to help pay towards the cost of it, the insurance, to fill it up with petrol etc

The whole thing will cost about Β£1000

I am accepting tributes from Β£20 for the losers with a lower budget, but I want more!!! This camper isn’t going to buy itself

I am taking tributes tonight and tomorrow morning

Tributes are payable via Adult Work credits, bank transfer, Pay Pal, Amazon Gift Card.

Pay Point in bank cash deposit, post, hand delivery f you prefer to keep things cash?

I can also meet at great portland street tube, victoria train station and Sutton train station.

Message me for further details.

I will also need a gimp to give it a thorough clean :

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03 04 13 034Hi perverts and pervettes,

I hope everybody’s easter weekend was eventful, I know mine was.
That, however, is another story for another time.
I am writing a post today to update you all as to one of the latest developments in my world.
I have a quite large section of my home that is a sort of undercroft (somewhere coal for a large house was stored in the olden days, or so i’m told) and an adjacent covered over area (the kind of place that is under streetlights on pavements) i have posted pictures for you to look at
I decided as I am on a fitness regime (no drinking alcohol for a month, exercising, eating a strict detox diet) and getting fighting fit for some upcoming modelling shoots and making some BDSM clips, I am going to turn this into a kickass dungeon, to film in, domme and double domme.
Well, I say dungeon, I want something a little different to the usual black and red leather thing, but I’m not sure what just yet. Throwing some ideas about with my girlies. Want something very “me”.
I had my egyptian slave come over last sunday, sweet young guy, such a basic fear and inbuilt respect for women that he is infact gay, but *HATES* men with such vigour that he’s rather just serve a girl in a totally non sexual capacity.
I will blog about him at a later stage, and the benefits of a submissive that is attracted to the opposite sex.
Anyway, he got the painting started, and i had someone else come and do the floors.
Today, I had a tv installed (which will be very soon playing domination clips starring yours truly whilst some lucky little fucktard is hung, chained and gagged there)
I also had the hooks for said chains screwed to the walls floors and ceilings

Now, to kit out the place,
I have a selection of things that I want, for both me to wear and to kit out my dungeon.
Here are some of the wishlists with the stuff i want are



If, for whatever reason, you want to buy something for me or my dungeon, but can’t buy anything from my wishlist you can send the tribute via paypal to princess-sofia_92@hotmail.co.uk
To post it via snail mail or bank transfer please message me for details

Any suggestions of what you’d like to see in my dungeon that isn’t on the wishlists? Message me. I’d love to hear what you’d like to see me use to abuse and punish the poor misguided souls who wander into my lair!!

Also, I will allow the piggy who tributes the most toward the dungeon the high honour of christening it….

So get buying, the sooner you gift me, the sooner I can use it, the sooner I can make your wildest dreams of submission and servitude come true πŸ˜‰

Have a great weekend losers!

Princess Sofia x

01Apr 2013

Who are these idiots who want to be owned by a princess, which is the highest honour anyone can hold, and when they see photo’s of you out on a girl’s night out say “you’re friend is so cute”????
I mean, if you were dating someone, in a vanilla lifestyle, if they showed you a picture of them out with their girlfriends, would you say “fuck me, she’s fit”??
The answer is “Yes, you would.”
Well that would be the answer anyway if you had some urgent need to be hit over the head with a frying pan.
And thats vanilla! Not even a sub/domme relationship
So let’s get a few things clear.
I’m not your girlfriend, or a shag.
I’m a princess, an unobtainable beacon of perfection.
You are a contemptible cretin, unworthy of shit on my shoe!!
I’m allowing you to speak to me, to have a peek into MY life.
You have the cheek to comment on my friends
Of course they are gorgeous! Do I look like the kind of girl that hangs around with mingers???
So you are saying this for one of 2 reasons;
1)You are trying to make me jealous- truly pathetic, never going to happen totally transparent attempt at a reaction or rise out of me.
2)You are so unaware of how inappropriate this is for a sub to comment on? You are NOT what i deem submissive material. It’s rude and disrespectful to me.

So, bottom line is, keep those stupid little cocks in your pants. Stop perving. It’s bad form, it’s rude, and it’s a sure fire way to find yourself on my blocked list πŸ˜‰

Princess Sofia xx

29Mar 2013

was feeling a little creative today, decided to try my hand at writing my fantasies is story form, thought i’d put it here for you all to read. so, here goes…..

Yesterday, after a day of lying around posing for pictures in beautiful clothes at a photo shoot, my model friends and I embarked on a night of dancing and partying in one of London’s most exclusive night clubs until the wee hours. Today started like any other day in my life, I get up way past midday as usual and slip on some white panties and a little t-shirt that barely covers my toned tanned stomach. I pad through to the living room to find an array of discarded high heels, handbags and party attire. I laugh as i see a mishmash of young creamy skinned limbs sticking out from under duvets on every sofa and flat surface in my living room. I see all the girls made it back safely…. i have flash backs of being given a piggy back. But who was it? I push the thought out of my mind and set about going for a bagel and coffee run for me and the girls…. a lot of sore heads today i should think judging by the amount of empty bottles on my kitchen counters.

I shuffle down the hallway and into my en suite and turn on the shower. I swear i hear a shuffling coming from my bedroom. I figure it must be my cat who will be wanting his breakfast by now. I pop out to feed him but he’s nowhere to be seen. Odd

I get undressed and get in the shower. I ran my head under the stream of steamy hot water and allow the warmth to caress my hair and body. I look down to my beautifully pedicured size 2 feet and notice something odd. Marks on my feet and toes. It is red but it’s not the right red to be blood.

“Is that…. lipstick?” i say out loud to no one in particular and crouch down to inspect further. it is. I screw up my forehead and think hard. Did one of the girls and I get a little too drunk last night?? Did a drunken kiss turn into something more?. “No…. that can’t be it” i say. Lexi shared my bed last night and she doesn’t wear red lipstick.

I finish up my shower and walk into my bedroom towel drying my hair and watching the little beads of water dripping down my body as i walk toward the full length mirror. I go to my drawers, slip on some fresh clothes for the day and head to my walk in wardrobe to grab some Ugg boots and a jacket. I open the door and there you are…..

It all comes flooding back… little hazy snapshots of last night….I’ve seen you before haven’t I.???… you were the obnoxious guy from the club who’d had a bit too much to drink…. and was taking it in turns to try it on with every girl in our group. after 2 hours of this shameful behaviour we’d had enough and decided to teach you a lesson.

I asked you if you’d like to come back with us to “carry on the party” i was drunk and flirty. You thought you were on to a sure thing……. We got you up here and overpowered you. We undressed you. I stumbled into the bathroom and got my make-up. We wrote loser across your chest in black eye-liner and whore on your forehead in red lipstick. We used the same lipstick to give you a clown mouth and i took off my heels and rubbed my feet all over your face, making you gag on them. That was where the red on my feet was from. We completed the look with heavy eye make-up and slutty blusher. Seraphina sat on the sofa and wiggled her knickers off and stuffed them in your mouth. Naomi grabbed the tape from the kitchen draw and put it over your mouth gagging you. Lastly my dildo came out and was shoved up your arse. A pair on snug knickers put on you so you couldn’t force it out of yourself. We tied you up with some tights and then put you in the wardrobe.

I suddenly came out of my day dream. I was staring at you, eyes full of smeared make-up. You’d been crying. You were saying something but your gag made it impossible to understand. Pleading for your freedom i should imagine.

I couldn’t let you go!!! What if you went to the police!!! I was in a lot of trouble here. I walk over to you so I’m towering over your screwed up frightened face.

“You’re going to have to just wait here until i can figure out how to keep you quiet” I say

With that i turn off the light and walk own closing the door and locking it behind me

You had got what was coming to you. I enjoyed punishing you for you behaviour

“I’ll think of something” i say under my breath “i always do”purpledress_c

28Mar 2013

I have been messaged a lot lately by submissives and slaves all saying the same thing. “Princess, you are a young beautiful dominatrix living in central London. Few are so young and successful in the BDSM field, why don’t you write more about your life in blogs?”
i guess i’m always so busy out living my life i don’t automatically think to write it down for others to read.
However, ive tried over last 6 months or so to keep a blog updated on various other forums, but not really stuck to it. i am going to TRY MY BEST to update 3 times a week, so check back often for updates on my crazy life. i will try and take photos of things i get up to too.
If you have any questions write to me privately (or can you comment underneath this blog entry too?)
I will try my best to answer them πŸ™‚
Bow down and kiss my feet, you know you belong under them πŸ˜‰