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I have stated more than once on my blog that I won’t respond to any inquiries without tribute.

My tribute methods are not difficult to find, literally 2 links on my homepage.

The reason I require tribute is because upon receiving money, I get notified. I know who my slaves are, so seeing random money in my account concerns me enough to check my email inboxes to see what new potential boi/gurl is seeking my attention.

A lot of your messages are getting swept under the rug, simply because you are not putting your best foot forward.

I will not settle for less. Tribute it REQUIRED in order to get a response from me. $10 is like the equivalent to a drink. Or would you not buy a drink for me if we were on a date? lol.

Smart men tribute

Impressive men go above and beyond, simply to flex and to pleasure me.

I have a purchase PayPal link, which is a secure method of tributing.

I get phone notifications for all tribute methods; Venmo, Cashapp, and Paypal

Once more

Venmo: hnl777

cash app: missush

to look me up by email, it is: evillatina@protonmail.com

Many of you are telling me about your successful careers, I do not care about your money and power unless you are sharing it with me :3

Your task is to Impress me!

Love,

Diosa

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05/28/20

I feel like I am close to forgetting the details of my most memorable experience as a Domme. It truly is a shame I haven’t lived another experience as thrilling as the one I have yet to finish telling.

Very random sidenote, but men truly are the simplest creatures.

https://evillatina.com/2019/06/10/making-a-sissy-cum/

The story left off with Chrissy and me sitting in his European car. Estaba bien chiveado el señor. He was too embarrassed to look me in the eyes for longer than a second or two, I obviously relished the fact that I was making him squirm without him actually flailing about. I cant help but giggle when I notice how pathetic he turns for me.

We were parked behind a sex shop, so it was mandatory that I make his bitch ass buy me things. Before heading into the store however, I asked him to show me the outfit he wore for me. He nervously laughed as he reached with his trembling hand towards the top button of his pressed dress shirt. After unbuttoning a few, he pulled opened his shirt and revealed to me a baby-pink, lacy bralette with the smallest triangle cups and chest jewelry.

I let Chrissy wear whatever accessories she wants when we play, because she buys me whatever I want whenever I ask; no hesitations.

We briefly caught up on vanilla things, as I sincerely care for each of my submissives. Then I told him I was ready to go to the store, and as we were about to go inside one of his clients who happened to be in the Cadillac parked behind us called him over. Knowing how skittish my boi could be, and his vanilla lifestyle so I went in without him. I knew he would soon follow. I shopped around, my eyes skimming for toys that I know would make my sissy squirm with delight or bleat for me.

I had just chosen one or two things for myself, insignificant things really, by the time Chrissy came into the store. She looked really nervous, but I of course, always know the right things to say. It took only a moment or two to get her docile and in her right state of mind again. I had been eyeing a clit cage for a little bit, and at the register it dawned on me that I wanted it for my mischievous plans later in the evening.

Our cashier was a very sweet and shy seeming girl, probably no older than 25. She seemed more shy than the other workers at the shop that I had interacted with, anyways. I didn’t ask her to show me the cage, but made Chrissy ask. It was really funny seeing a trial attorney stutter out ” may I please see the cock cage” while his face turned a bright shade of red.

Our cashier seemed conflicted as to whether it was okay to laugh or not, because I can imagine from an outside perspective it may appear my poor Chrissy was in an abusive relationship with me, which is simply not the case. In my effort to give her the okay to laugh, as she went around the counter to get the display item, I sternly and loudly said “Don’t just stand there, go help her get it!” to Chrissy who quickly turned his heels to follow her. It was after I said this that she laughed liberally, which made my boi nervously smile at me.

After our purchase, we went back to his car and it was decided (I decided) that we were to head out to LA for the evening! One of my favorite cities.

I made him strip out of his work clothes for me in the parking lot, forcing him to drive us to the Mondrian in his baby-pink thong and bra set.

Experiences like these make me love my life 🙂

As per usual, not done. Roughly written; Too many details I have yet to share and will refine

Love,

Diosa

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Initial Entry

I wouldn’t know where to begin or how to introduce myself, as my life has been shaped by unique experiences that are SOLELY mine and what make me… well Me. I believe the best way would be for me to progressively paint a picture of who I am as a domina will be through these posts.

Disclosure: Names will be changed, some localities will be excluded. I will pursue legal action if any of my writings are reposted and/or published without permission from the author.

These are My own lived experiences I want to share.


May 21st, 2019

I was in the Lyft that my submissive had ordered for me. It was traffic hour so I had extra time to think and go over what we were going to do. Within that 45-60 minute drive, I was determined that this would be the night that I would piss on him.

He had already been wearing his chastity device for me to his office, and my diligent slave had always sent me a picture of him in his clitty cage prior to going into his office and another one in the evening, so I could give him permission to take it off for the evening. My obedient sub bitch had truly earned this golden shower.

By the time I arrived to his condo, I was exceptionally ecstatic to see him again because of what I had planned for later. He probably thought that I was really happy to see him after a month (one thing or another always came up last minute on either of our ends), but the truth is that I was just eager to use him as my toilet later. He could not take his eyes off me – he looked at me not with lust, but extreme adoration.
Who can blame him when I dressed exceptionally sexy tonight to make sure that he would eagerly say ,”Yes Mistress!” to each of my commands, no matter the request…

We arrived at the restaurant and about 15 minutes after getting seated, he tells me he is currently wearing his clitty cage. Now, my sub is very skittish; he is like 45 and scared of getting exposed for being the total bitch that he is, so public D/s interactions have been few and rare. For my submissive to take this initiative was very refreshing and appreciated. He still glanced over his shoulders and lowered his voice to make sure no one heard him, which was quite unnecessary in my opinion due to the fact no one around us was paying us any mind, but I digress. Something my subbie will get over with time.

Later, we arrived to his place after our date. I sat on his couch and commanded him to take off my heels and to fetch me a drink afterward. He happily obliged, as I am sure he imaged a foot worship was in order soon. Just as he got out of sight I slipped out of my tight jeans so he could properly worship both my pretty legs and feet. I sat upright with my legs extended across the couch, waving him to come sit next to my pedicured toes. He gave me my drink and asked me if there was anything else he could do, “Mistress”. I smiled and told him to get the oil so he could massage my toes up to my thighs. He quickly went to fetch it and once back, proceeded to massage with great care each toe, and every inch of my feet. He was still in his dress shirt and jeans – cock cage underneath. I still hadn’t seen it yet.

At this time, I had an urge to empty my bladder. Instead of telling him that I would be back in a moment, I told him to follow me upstairs. Still clothed, he follows me to his bedroom. And I tell him to strip and to show me his clitty cage.

He eagerly does so. There he stands, a professional older man turned a white bitch for me, for my entertainment and happiness. Naked with a cock caged and closed padlock, just for me! I opened the door to his onsuite and told him to go lay in the tub.

I’m not sure if he knew 100% what was going on, but after he got in I crouched over his chest and told him I was going to pee on him. I always had the hardest time peeing on someone, I had never managed to do it, but this night I did. I closed my eyes, disassociating for a moment and before I knew it my golden nectar was streaming out. My submissive was smiling at me as I was pissing onto his chest and then looking at my pussy, which I was looking at also in disbelief and joy that I actually managed to do it for the first time in my life!

After I finished peeing, I told him to clean me up with his tongue. I was still crouched over him, my brown, godly pussy hovering over his face. I let him lick me for a few minutes with me crouched over him like that, satisfied with the moment.

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