As we celebrate the grand finale of “Becoming a Cruella Goddess: A New Model’s Journey”, I want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you – Cruella Club members and patrons – for your continued support, encouragement, and passion.
To mark this occasion, I’m inviting you to help shape an upcoming Echo Drop – a free gift download to say thank you for being part of this journey. Simply let me know your favourite scene from the gif image (right). The scene with most interest will be added to next Echo Drop!
Thank you again for walking this path with me – for your enthusiasm, and your love of the unique world we’ve created together. With appreciation 🙂
From uncertain beginnings to an unshakable embodiment of supremacy, Tammy has fully transcended her past self. No longer the inexperienced newcomer, she has now become her ultimate persona – Victoria, a living embodiment of female dominance, cruelty, and sheer power.
Clad in a flawless, form-fitting black leather catsuit that hugs every curve of her now fearsome silhouette, she moves like a shadow – commanding, calculated, cold. Her tall thigh-high boots, tipped with six-inch stiletto heels, are not merely footwear – they are weapons of authority, delivering pain and degradation to those who crawl in her presence. No longer a novice – she is now pure instinct. This is not acting. This is who she is.
The final scenes of this series are nothing short of a goddess’s coronation. Victoria now dominates with utter confidence and unapologetic venom. She whips and beats her slaves with relish, her strikes not fueled by anger, but by delight. The pain she inflicts is not punishment, but privilege – an offering they must accept for the honour of simply existing beneath her.
They are beneath her – in every possible way.
They are not men. Not in her world. They are insects – crawling, worshipping, grovelling creatures, barely worthy of the heel that grinds them into the floor.
She tramples their flesh, her boots pressing into soft, helpless bodies with deliberate cruelty. Her laughter is soft and intoxicating – for her, this is entertainment. A playground of power, and she is queen of all she surveys. Cocks and balls are crushed and ground between the sharp stiletto heels of her boots. The cries of agonny are pure joy for her.
Even smoking which she enjoys, elevates her, arouses her, as the smooth taste emphasises the pleasures derived from male suffering before her. As she smokes with casual elegance, the red-hot tips of her cigarettes are used to mark the worthless flesh of her human ashtrays. Their suffering is her calm. Each wince, each yelp – music to her ears. She watches them choke on her ash, and her expression is one of pure peace. This is power. This is joy.
She is no longer Tammy. She is Victoria. And Victoria is eternal.
The finale of this journey isn’t just an ending – it’s a transformation, the full rebirth of a woman who once took tentative steps into a new world and now rules over it with unquestionable authority. The Cruella world has crowned a new queen. And she doesn’t need your approval.
