Princess Marie
@thefinsiren.bsky.social
gentle guidance, unwavering authority 💕
soft domme ✨ | $10 initial tribute 💸 | dm for feet pics 🫶🏼 | av on yoti 📌
📎 https://throne.com/sirenmarie
📎 https://x.com/finsiren?s=21
soft domme ✨ | $10 initial tribute 💸 | dm for feet pics 🫶🏼 | av on yoti 📌
📎 https://throne.com/sirenmarie
📎 https://x.com/finsiren?s=21
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Princess Marie
@thefinsiren.bsky.social
· Feb 17
Greetings, devoted souls.
I am Princess Marie, a soft financial domme who commands with grace, and nurtures with intention.
Here, submission is not a loss—it’s an art. My authority is your sanctuary; serving me, your elevated purpose.
21+ subs only. DM with reverence, or do not DM at all.
I am Princess Marie, a soft financial domme who commands with grace, and nurtures with intention.
Here, submission is not a loss—it’s an art. My authority is your sanctuary; serving me, your elevated purpose.
21+ subs only. DM with reverence, or do not DM at all.
Imagine breaking yourself into a thousand pieces just to have the honour of being put back together by me.
March 1, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Imagine breaking yourself into a thousand pieces just to have the honour of being put back together by me.
Want to play a game? Every time I cross your mind, it’s going to cost you.
First thought of the day: $5 (cute).
Daydreaming: $10 (control yourself).
Distracted at work: $20 (pathetic).
Can’t focus: $50 (as you should).
Losing sleep: $100 (about time).
Now, be honest—how much do you owe me already?
First thought of the day: $5 (cute).
Daydreaming: $10 (control yourself).
Distracted at work: $20 (pathetic).
Can’t focus: $50 (as you should).
Losing sleep: $100 (about time).
Now, be honest—how much do you owe me already?
February 28, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Want to play a game? Every time I cross your mind, it’s going to cost you.
First thought of the day: $5 (cute).
Daydreaming: $10 (control yourself).
Distracted at work: $20 (pathetic).
Can’t focus: $50 (as you should).
Losing sleep: $100 (about time).
Now, be honest—how much do you owe me already?
First thought of the day: $5 (cute).
Daydreaming: $10 (control yourself).
Distracted at work: $20 (pathetic).
Can’t focus: $50 (as you should).
Losing sleep: $100 (about time).
Now, be honest—how much do you owe me already?
The art of control isn’t in the taking—it’s in the withholding. The slow burn of restraint, the measured torment of never quite enough.
A taste, a tease, a promise half-formed on my lips—before I pull it away.
Tell me, how badly do you crave the next drop?
A taste, a tease, a promise half-formed on my lips—before I pull it away.
Tell me, how badly do you crave the next drop?
February 26, 2025 at 5:22 PM
The art of control isn’t in the taking—it’s in the withholding. The slow burn of restraint, the measured torment of never quite enough.
A taste, a tease, a promise half-formed on my lips—before I pull it away.
Tell me, how badly do you crave the next drop?
A taste, a tease, a promise half-formed on my lips—before I pull it away.
Tell me, how badly do you crave the next drop?
Kneel and kiss my feet, darling. It’s the least you can do.
February 26, 2025 at 9:40 AM
Kneel and kiss my feet, darling. It’s the least you can do.
New additions to my wishlist on Throne! Your Goddess deserves only the finest to grace her divine form 💕✨
throne.com/sirenmarie
throne.com/sirenmarie
February 26, 2025 at 3:25 AM
New additions to my wishlist on Throne! Your Goddess deserves only the finest to grace her divine form 💕✨
throne.com/sirenmarie
throne.com/sirenmarie
Oh dear, that’s rather strange. I seem to hear words spilling from your obsequious little mouth, and yet—most curiously—there isn’t a single send on my Throne. However could that be?
February 25, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Oh dear, that’s rather strange. I seem to hear words spilling from your obsequious little mouth, and yet—most curiously—there isn’t a single send on my Throne. However could that be?
Your gooning to my voice notes is pure ecstasy, darling. Each breath, each command melts your thoughts away until nothing exists but my voice and your need to obey.
February 25, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Your gooning to my voice notes is pure ecstasy, darling. Each breath, each command melts your thoughts away until nothing exists but my voice and your need to obey.
Watching you surrender, watching your wallet empty at my command—it’s an intoxicant unlike any other.
February 25, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Watching you surrender, watching your wallet empty at my command—it’s an intoxicant unlike any other.
Just drained an obedient little paypet. I’m satisfied, spoiled, and amused. He’s weak, aching, and grateful. Exactly as it should be.
February 25, 2025 at 12:47 PM
Just drained an obedient little paypet. I’m satisfied, spoiled, and amused. He’s weak, aching, and grateful. Exactly as it should be.
Money is easy. The real thrill? Knowing I own you before you’ve even realized you’re mine. Before the first tribute, before the first word—your thoughts orbit me, your choices bend to me, and your need for control dissolves the moment you feel mine.
February 25, 2025 at 6:15 AM
Money is easy. The real thrill? Knowing I own you before you’ve even realized you’re mine. Before the first tribute, before the first word—your thoughts orbit me, your choices bend to me, and your need for control dissolves the moment you feel mine.
You crave rules. Structure. A firm hand to strip away your choices and replace them with my will. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you pay. That’s why you stay.
February 23, 2025 at 4:15 PM
You crave rules. Structure. A firm hand to strip away your choices and replace them with my will. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you pay. That’s why you stay.
You adore me? Prove it. With your wallet. On Throne. Now.
February 23, 2025 at 3:16 PM
You adore me? Prove it. With your wallet. On Throne. Now.
Money is just paper until it touches my hands. Then it becomes purpose. Then it becomes pleasure. You already know where it belongs—so tell me, what’s taking you so long?
February 22, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Money is just paper until it touches my hands. Then it becomes purpose. Then it becomes pleasure. You already know where it belongs—so tell me, what’s taking you so long?
The sun is up. You should be, too—on your knees, waiting, aching, desperate to serve. If your first instinct isn’t to prove your worth, then what are you good for?
February 22, 2025 at 11:05 AM
The sun is up. You should be, too—on your knees, waiting, aching, desperate to serve. If your first instinct isn’t to prove your worth, then what are you good for?
A sub who demands isn’t a sub. A sub who expects isn’t a sub. If you think you can order, whine, or laugh your way into my attention, you’re mistaken. My time is a privilege, not a right—and I don’t entertain beggars.
February 22, 2025 at 7:36 AM
A sub who demands isn’t a sub. A sub who expects isn’t a sub. If you think you can order, whine, or laugh your way into my attention, you’re mistaken. My time is a privilege, not a right—and I don’t entertain beggars.
Your first send was clumsy. The second, desperate. By the third, your fingers trembled—that’s when I noticed you. Funny how devotion sharpens the unremarkable. Keep going.
February 22, 2025 at 5:45 AM
Your first send was clumsy. The second, desperate. By the third, your fingers trembled—that’s when I noticed you. Funny how devotion sharpens the unremarkable. Keep going.
You think you’re entitled to seeing me, pet? Try again. Your lowly existence has one singular purpose—to serve me. Maybe if you impress me, I’ll consider it. Until then, keep dreaming.
February 22, 2025 at 12:53 AM
You think you’re entitled to seeing me, pet? Try again. Your lowly existence has one singular purpose—to serve me. Maybe if you impress me, I’ll consider it. Until then, keep dreaming.
My toes deserve to be pampered and polished. The only question is, which one of you desperate little paypigs is worthy enough to make it happen?
February 21, 2025 at 4:04 PM
My toes deserve to be pampered and polished. The only question is, which one of you desperate little paypigs is worthy enough to make it happen?
If lurking was a full-time job, some of you would be CEOs.
February 21, 2025 at 2:48 PM
If lurking was a full-time job, some of you would be CEOs.
Being broke is one thing. Being broke AND in my DMs? Now that’s just embarrassing.
February 21, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Being broke is one thing. Being broke AND in my DMs? Now that’s just embarrassing.
manifesting 3-digit sends today 💸💕✨
February 21, 2025 at 3:03 AM
manifesting 3-digit sends today 💸💕✨
Imagine thinking you can impress me with words when my love language is direct deposits.
February 20, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Imagine thinking you can impress me with words when my love language is direct deposits.
A true submissive offers what they can, when they can, always striving to please. Small sends matter when they come from a place of genuine servitude.
February 20, 2025 at 1:10 PM
A true submissive offers what they can, when they can, always striving to please. Small sends matter when they come from a place of genuine servitude.
Your worth is measured by your tribute, yes—but it’s not just about the size of it. It’s about consistency, devotion, and the instinct to give without hesitation.
February 20, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Your worth is measured by your tribute, yes—but it’s not just about the size of it. It’s about consistency, devotion, and the instinct to give without hesitation.
gorgeous gorgeous dommes don’t chase, they attract
February 20, 2025 at 6:02 AM
gorgeous gorgeous dommes don’t chase, they attract