Recently I have had a string of what I like to refer to as cock block calls. These are phone sex calls in which one guy calls me and a loser that has been waiting around to call gets cut off because right as he hits the enter button, I go to busy. I hardly ever have a short call, so this moron sits on his ass with a raging hard on in which he is not allowed to touch until his Princess says that he is allowed. Thirty minutes roll by and there he sits, looking at the computer screen and refreshing every minute to see if my call has ended; this continues till an hour, at which point he emails me begging me to allow him to call. His pathetic attempts only warrants more waiting, for the Princess Vicki only likes piggies that are patient. There he sits, needed to release but knowing that he must wait. Soon he wises up and realizes what I want, he sends me $50 tribute on Nite Flirt, but to no avail, for I don’t leave one piggie for another. So await he does some more, but knowing at least I will be in a better mood to let him get away with more since he sent me the money he knew deep down that I deserve. My little financial piggie he is, and still he waits

Then the moment happens, my call button goes AVAILABLE! Joy surges through his body as he reaches for his mouse so he can connect to me, but the poor sap is too late once again for I was snapped up by a seemingly luckier loser. He now resorts to purchasing my picture packs and reading his Princess’s blog; once again failing to fill his Princess Vicki craving. So he sits back down and goes to my wish list, and sends me some naughty panties I have been wanting (thanks) and the violin bow that I have been looking forward to. He is determined now, so he clicks on arrange a call, this ensures his place in line to talk to me, but only to find he is third in line. This depressing thought almost makes him cry, but at least he can be calm in the fact that his sissy wanking ass will be able to talk to me today, unless I log out. So he shoots me a pm on yahoo messenger to say Hi Princess, please don’t log out till I talk to you. This is quickly erased for I can not be bothered with sissies while I chat to my sugar daddy.

The other two calls end and finally he is allowed to talk to his favorite femme domme. I dominate him and humiliate him within an inch of his life and he loves every second of me making funny of his sorry ass. He gets his fix for the night and goes to bed; only to be awake with morning wood and a zest to chat with me again, only I am on the phone with another caller. His poor life revolves around me and well, I don’t give a shit!