After-Class attention? You got more than you bargained for!

Well, Monday evening was My first day back on the phones after a long while, and My first caller certainly did not disappoint.

At first, he made it clear that it was to be a vanilla call. Now I do take the odd vanilla call, but generally speaking My lines are reserved for Domination & Fetish. No problem where this particular caller was concerned, because before long, he'd forgotten about the fact that he'd called simply to have a wank! Very quickly he was kneeling at My feet, begging to worship My boots.

He had no idea he was talking to a Genuine Dominatrix. It was only when I finally enlightened him that he started to melt - and before long was putty in My hands. Not only was he obediently licking at the sole of My thigh boots, but he was My human ashtray, begging for more.

Of course his excitement came to a head when I told him how unpredictable I am. He's a school teacher you see, and teaches Adult Education classes in the evenings. He often pervs at the MILFs in his classes - staring at their boots during the winter months.

So I told him that if I caught him staring at My boots, he'd be blindfolded before being caned and finally made to wank all over My boots. The highlight of that would be once I removed the blindfold - for him to see that he and I were not alone - as he hoped. Nope - there was class full of women - all laughing and jeering at him, as his little worm deflated in shame. Can't wait for him to call again! 

Sissy Sings For Her Orgasm.

I just experienced a VERY amusing call from a sissy who clearly was very desperate to wank his disgusting little clit! He admitted that he'd already had 3 wanks today, and was desperate for his fourth - now he is what I call wank-obsessed.

"You think I'm pathetic, don't you Mistress?" he murmured as I taunted him about his obsession. "Pathetic doesn't even begin to describe what you are," I sneered. "I don't think there has been a word invented for what you are!"

He went on to tell Me that his cock is "nearly 4 inches."

"You say that as though you're proud of it!" I mused. "It's nothing to be proud of! I bet the ONLY reason you wank it so much is in the vain hope that it will grow!" This he agreed with, as he admitted that it hadn't grown at all. It continued to remain pathetic and he continued to be a loser. "I'm am a loser" he admitted. "The only attention I get from women is Ladies like you. I spend my life on phone sex lines, begging for the attention of Superior Women."

"But you only get it because you're paying us," I taunted. "In any other circumstance, I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire."

I made him beg for his chance to have his fourth wank of the day. "Why should I allow it?" I questioned him. "What can somebody like you to possibly do to convince Me to permit it?"
"I can sing you a sissy song!" he offered," to amuse you Mistress". Hmmmm, he had My interest...

"Very well," I said. "If I like the song, I'll allow you to wank. But you had better make it good!"

He took a deep breath and began...

"My name's Samantha and I like dick! Please shove it my mouth while I wank my clit! My name's Samantha and I like cum! Please let me swallow yours once you've fucked my bum!"

Well how could I resist?

The caller with half a cock...

So tonight I took a call from a "submissive" who wasn't quite as "cocky" as he came across. At first, he seemingly refused to address Me as Mistress, clearly assuming that I was just a phone girl masking as a Domme - silly boy! I soon put him straight, telling him how much I would enjoy making him suffer unless he showed Me the correct amount of respect.

As I explained to him; boys like him are like wild horses and they need to be broken - breaking him would be very easy. Duly chastised, he became meek and respectful - the horse was indeed broken.

He went on to tell Me all about his fetish, and at first it was rather a grey area for Me. He explained that he was circumcised and he enjoyed being humiliated about that. Further questioning revealed that he had been circumcised for religious reasons, which lead Me to suspect that he actually wanted a bit of religious humiliation thrown in - not something I'm prepared to do.

So, I talked about how useless he truly was. No foreskin means he only has half a knob, meaning he can't be that good in bed really. He was pressing to find out if he would ever be worthy of fucking Me. "Even with a complete dick, you STILL wouldn't be worthy," I sneered amid his gasps of pleasure.

Then he talked about his ex girlfriend; and how she used to call him a Jew because he was circumcised. "Hold it right there buster!" I chastised him. "We leave religion out of this or this conversation ends right now!" "Sorry Mistress," came the very meek reply.

I made a point of telling him that to Me, he wasn't a real man because he didn't have a foreskin, how he's missing out of the sensation of having that piece of skin sliding back and forth over the end of his cock, and even wanking won't give him back that feeling. "You've lost something amazing forever!" I laughed cruelly, "and that's why you lost your girlfriend!"

I kept mentioned how he wasn't really a man because he was missing this part of him, how no amount of wanking would make it grow back. He came like a trojan, squealing the word "foreskin" over and over again. Yes, it was very hard not to laugh, but ever the professional; I held it together - at least until he hung up anyway....

But girls, this is how you turn things around. It was pretty obvious at the beginning of the call what his agenda really was; racial/religious humiliation. But I NEVER hang up - unless the caller is being abusive. A firm, but polite "no" is enough normally. And I know this guy will be back - I broke him and got him addicted - even if he has half a dick....

Piggie Pays For My Attention...ALWAYS!

My regular piggy called Me last night. He calls Me about once or twice a week, because the only way he can get female attention is to pay for it. He has the tiniest dick, which at the best of times, doesn't work and he's still a virgin, living at home with Mummy at the age of 27. Yes, I'd say that's pretty damn pathetic.

I take great pleasure in reminding him that the ONLY reason I'm talking to him is because he's paying Me. I don't want him to delude himself for a second that I'm actually interested in him. I mean he has very little going for him. In a normal situation, I wouldn't even piss on him if he was on fire. But the fact that he's emptying his wallet means he gets My attention.

That's not to say that I don't milk it for all it's worth. Of course that's My right. I tell him over and over again about the lovely things I've treated Myself to with his cash. How men have been on dates with Me, and have seen the gorgeous outfits he has bought for Me. He had the cheek to ask Me for a picture other day. I told him that I take, not give.

He's not allowed to finish the call until I say so. I made that very clear from the beginning. I call the shots and take the cash - he just spunks it away if and when I let him. I LOVE to watch the £££ pile up, reminding him every so often how much he has spent with Me and reminding him that it's not enough. You see I'm greedy when it comes to piggies, especially pathetic virgin piggies. He just feeds My greed. He also knows that when the money runs out - so does My attention. He's a means to an end - nothing more. And I constantly remind him of this.

Sometimes, when I can't be bothered to actually speak to him, I'll tell him this. But I'll still keep him on the line. He doesn't have choice - he has to stay on the line for as long as I want. So I'll go about My day - I might be watching TV, doing some housework, or even giving attention to more worthy slave on webcam. But still he has to pay and expect nothing in return. That's the role of piggies!

Cuck suffers sexy humiliation!

Pathetic cucks are among My favourite type of caller and the call I took on Sunday evening was definitely a winner!

It started with a "boy" (he loved to be called "boy"!) who at first was testing Me to see if I was the real deal. He wanted to know how I would bring him to his knees and make him Mine. "Oh I'm already under your skin!" I laughed. "How do you know, Mistress?" he challenged.

"Well let's see." I began. "Right now, your cock is twitching and your heart is racing in anticipation of what I'm about to do to you. You're scared but you're excited at the same time. You want to stop, but something is preventing you from doing so..."

He gasped loudly and I knew I was right. I always am.

He went on to confess he only had a little dick, which he often plays with it at work; disappearing into the toilets as often as he can to relieve himself. "I think my colleagues know about this," he admitted, "they keep giving me knowing smiles whenever I return from the toilets."

"Of course they know!" I announced. "They also know how pathetic you are as well!"

He went on to talk about an older woman at work, whom he's been lusting after. She treats him like a boy too, patting him on the head to patronise him. He drools after her from afar, but she's currently shagging his boss.

"You know why that is, don't you?" I taunted. "The boss is real man, with a real dick. She'd rather shag him than a pathetic "little boy" like you!" Another groan before he murmured his agreement.

I told him how one day they would trick him. They would invite him out to a "business lunch" to discuss his role, before inviting him back to theirs. Once the they'd gotten comfortable in the bedroom, his boss would remove his colleagues stockings, before ordering the pathetic cuck to strip. Then cuck's hands would be tied behind his back with said stocking, as he was made to kneel in the corner.

His boss would take out his huge cock, and order cuck to suck him; all the time taunting him about how he was going to fuck the woman cuck lusted after "like only a real man can."

As cuck sucked his boss; his colleague was showing off her pussy; stroking it and opening it for him to see what he could never have. And once his boss was hard, he dragged cuck to the bed, and told him to sit still and watch. Turning his colleague so she was on all fours; his boss slammed his massive cock inside her, ordering cuck to watch closely to see "how a real man fucks a woman."

Cuck was made to lick the juices from his boss' cock as his female colleague bounced up and down on it. By now he was desperate to touch himself, but was denied. His colleague and his boss had to cum first.

When his boss did eventually shoot his load up his colleague, he withdrew his cock and smiled sadistically at cuck. His female colleague got off the bed, and stood above cuck; spreading her pussy lips and hovering her pussy hole above his mouth. He was ordered to eat the cum oozing from her thoroughly fucked pussy, "the only way he'll ever get to taste her."

As blobs of thick cum landed on his tongue; cuck dutifully swallowed, before being made to beg to be untied. His boss agreed only on the understanding that he was to play with his little maggot for their entertainment. And cuck did this; wanking his little worm while they both laughed at his pathetic attempts to jerk off. He came hard; their laughter ringing in his ears as he squirted his cum all over himself. Oh what fun!

It was easily one of the best cuck scenarios I've created for a caller, and I enjoyed it so much. So did cuck; as he eagerly asked when he could call again. I think I'm going to have a LOT of fun with him!

Mistress Pops Slut's Anal Cherry!

Last night, I took something from a sissy that nobody else will ever be able to take - his anal virginity.

He had called Me to confess that he was new into the sissy world and had only be dressing up for a few weeks. When his girlfriend was out, he liked to slip into her stockings and lingerie and parade around the room as he admired himself. He admitted that this turned him on so much and made him feel like such a slut, and now he was ready to be treated like one.

"So, have you ever had anything inside your slut pussy?" I asked to which he admitted he was a virgin in that department, but very eager to try. Of course I couldn't resist - it should be Me that gives him his first anal experience, and I tingled at the thought of doing so.

Having made sure he had plenty of lube with him, I instructed him to get comfortable on the bed, remove his slutty panties, spread his legs and get himself ready. "I want you to lube yourself up very well," I told him. "You can never have too much lube."

He did as he was told, lubing up his middle finger in the process as I told him the importance of being relaxed. "If you're tense, this will hurt," I said. "And we don't want it to hurt. Not for your first experience. We want it to feel good for you."

He took some deep breaths and informed Me that he was ready to begin. As I instructed him to slide his lubed finger down to the valley between his buttocks I heard a shivered gasp from him. "I'm shaking Mistress," he breathed. "And my little sissy cock is dripping." This was exactly what I wanted. The more excited he was, the more he was going to enjoy this.

"Now," I began. "I want you to circle the tip of your finger of the ring of your pussy," and he did so, panting in excitement as he felt the new sensations of stroking his anus for the very first time.

"Are you opening up for Me?" I asked and he gasped his response. "Yes Mistress!" he replied and I knew he was ready. "Slide in the tip of your finger," I purred and he obeyed, slowly and gently sliding in just a centimetre of his finger. "Oh god!" he gasped. "I can't believe I'm finally fingering myself Mistress!"

"Don't get over excited yet!" I giggled. "We've only just begun! Now try sliding in a little more." Before long he was up to the first knuckle of his finger, as his gasps became moans of pleasure. "It feels so good Mistress," he moaned. "I'm fingering myself for you and it feels so good." He was ready for more so I instructed him to slowly push the rest of his finger inside. He told Me how his sissy cock was twitching wildly as more of his finger slipped inside that tight little hole.

"Now start to gently work that finger back and forth," I instructed and he gave another shivered gasp as he did as he was told. "This is like a dream!" he breathed. "I'm finally fingering myself. Oh god, I'm so turned on!"

"Just think," I slowly purred to him, "before long, you'll be taking another finger as we get you ready for more. Then you'll be taking a small plug. You'll be pushing it up there until your arse-hole closes around the narrow part."

"Oh god, yes Mistress!" was his panting response.

"And then," I continued, "we'll move on to a bigger plug, which will stretch you. I'll have you wear that for longer and longer periods of time. And you know what will happen after that, don't you slut?"

"What Mistress?!" he gasped, clearly now on the very edge of climax.

"You'll be ready to take My strap on," I whispered teasingly. "You'll be ready to spread your cheeks, show Me your sissy pussy for Me to fill with all 9 inches of My strap on cock. You'll be ready for Mistress to fuck you!"

This was just enough to tip him over the edge, and without even touching his sissy cock, he came hard, almost screaming in pleasure as he fingered himself faster and harder. "I'm coming!" he moaned, "I'm coming for you Mistress!" and while I listen to him in the throes of pleasure I smiled to Myself, knowing that through My instruction, I had taken his anal cherry and made him Mine. Never again would anybody have that pleasure - because I had taken it. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in doing that. I've only spoken to a handful of anal virgins in My time, and most have chickened out before we got to the crunch. This slave was different - he was ready and he wanted it, and boy did he get it!

Once he'd come back down and started to regulate his breathing he thanked Me over and over, his gratitude as great as the pleasure he'd just experienced. "I can't thank you enough Mistress," he said, and I could tell he was grinning like a Cheshire cat, "I can't believe it! I came with my finger up my arse!"

"Well believe it," I replied. "Because next time it will be two!" He gave a shivered sigh at that, the thought of it stirring in his groin. After thanking Me again, we said our goodbyes and he hung up, leaving Me with a very satisfied smile on My face. Yes, it had been a wonderful experience and as My heart swelled with pride I knew this had been a rare treat for Me.

Mistress Cristal - the taker of anal innocence!

A Voice From The Past!

It's funny how life is sometimes, isn't it?

Back in the day, when I was doing dispatch phone sex, I had a very loyal regular slave, who could take a lot of pain and humiliation. He used to call Me every single week without fail and he was always a pleasure to talk to. When I decided to leave dispatch phone work and branch out on My own, I always thought I would miss him, and for a time I did, until My Domme business took over.

So I was both surprised and thrilled to hear his voice in the phone last night! Yes, My favourite old regular had found Me! Of course I didn't let on who I was. Back then I was a totally different persona, and I get the feeling it would have shattered his fantasy bubble if I'd have explained who he was talking to. But nevertheless, before he'd even said his name, I KNEW it was him and I couldn't have been happier.

Now it's a good 7 or 8 years since I last spoke with him - that's how much of an impression he had left on Me. But after doing a few interview questions to work out if he'd moved on in his kinks, I decided to get all nostalgic and we were back to him suffering for My amusement. By the time I'd finished, his cock was bright red and sore from all the slapping and his balls were aching from the way I'd demanded he squeeze them. I could tell he was very much enjoying himself and to Me, it was heaven - hearing him moan in agony like he had so many times before.

Next up was his dildo - smaller than I would have liked (he'll be getting a bigger one in a few weeks - I intend to make sure of that!) and he was sucking and gagging on it like a good little whore before shoving it up his ass and riding it hard.

"Moan like a girl slut!" I demanded and he quickly obliged, giving high-pitched squeaks as his dildo drilled into him. When I finally did let him cum, I remembered how much he hated licking up his mess. He always struggled with that one, and I always enjoyed listening to him struggle. But who am I to resist? "You will be licking up your filth!" I ordered and off he went, lapping up the white muck in his hand, gagging in the process and telling Me how humiliated he felt. Oh it was wonderful!

Of course, it's not a case of picking up where we left off with him. Like I said; 8 years have passed since we last spoke and he doesn't know he's talking to his old Phone Mistress. So it's back to basics for him, starting from the very beginning as he proves himself worthy of moving along in his training. Before long, he'll have tasks to complete between our sessions - something he always enjoyed doing. Perhaps it may well twig with him that it's Me. But I'll leave that for him to work out. Either way, he was very happy at the end of our chat; happy, humiliated but somewhat satisfied - as he always was.

Down On The Farm!

Being a Phone Domina never gets boring! Every time I log on to take some calls, I can be guaranteed that somebody is going to make Me laugh and that was definitely the case last night.

I took a call from a very eager slave, who straight away said "Please let me call you Mistress!" "You should ALWAYS call Me Mistress,"  replied. "Nothing else will do."

He went on to explain that he loved humiliation and that his ex-girlfriend used to humiliate him in front of her friends. "She used to make me strip naked so everybody could laugh at my little willy," he confessed. "Then she used to make me do impressions of farmyard animals." Now this was just too juicy to resist. I simply had to take full advantage of this piece of information!

"So what was your best impression?" I asked, amid his groans of pleasure. "Oh definitely the chicken!" he replied eagerly. Well how could I not? "Go on then," I commanded. "Let's hear you be a chicken!"

No sooner had those words left My mouth than he was clucking away loudly - hope the neighbours didn't hear him - or do I hope they did? ;-)

"Flap your wings" I ordered, "And don't forget to scratch your feet on the floor like a chicken would!" I could hear him moving around, as he continued to cluck, his feet rubbing against the carpet as he scratched about like a chicken. I was in absolute hysterics at this!

"You know, we need to make you look more like a chicken," I pondered.  "Oooh with a proper chicken outfit?" he gasped. "Oh no," I replied. "I have something much more humiliating in mind." I giggled. "I'm thinking of sticking a feather up your ass!" He gave a huge groan at this as I giggled again.

"So let's go through all the farmyard animals," I announced, and as the call progress he was mooing like a cow, baaing like a sheep and squealing like a piglet. "You need a piggy tail and piggy snout!"  I laughed, as he squealed and snorted.

Finally I had to hear the chicken impression again, so I ordered him to start clucking again. Midway through the clucks he gave a huge groan and I knew he'd shot his load at the sheer humiliation of his position. "Thank you Mistress!" he breathed as he came back down. "Oh don't thank Me yet," I laughed. "Next time it's the zoo!"

Bye Bye Willy! Hello Pussy!

I have Myself a new regular on NiteFlirt - a little bitch-boy who ends up being turned into a little bitch-girl. He loves long nails and smoking, but his ultimate turn on is being turned fully into a girl against his will.

It starts off with a visit to the salon, where he is strapped to a chair. As he has long black hair, giving him a completely new hair-style is very easy. The perming rods are wound in and the result is lots of lovely little ringlets cascading down his back. To complete his new girlie do, a nice big pink bow is clipped into his hair.

Next comes the make-up - he is clean-shaven, his eyebrows thoroughly tweezed and made up. Eye-shadow, eye-liner and blusher is added before a nice bright pink slick of lipstick completes the look. And all the time this is happening to him, he's begging for Me to stop. "Please no," he whimpers. "I don't want to be a girl!"

Of course he doesn't really have any choice in the matter. As I repeatedly remind him; his Mummy wanted a little girl - but got stuck with a boy. So to deal with that, we have to turn him into a little girl!

Once he has a full set of long, square red-painted nails, a full body wax and is dressed in a pretty pink dress and matching panties, the full road to being female begins. Breast implants, hormone injections and finally the full sex-change op. He whimpers even more when I tell him I'm going to cut away his willy and replace it with a pussy.

"And then all the boys will want to fuck you!" I say with glee. "No, Mistress I'm not gay!" he sobs. "Of course you're not," I taunt him. "That's why you'll be fucking all the boys instead of the girls!"

His favourite part of the call is when I talk about him losing his virginity with a boy - how I've been good enough to make sure he has a hymen, so he can feel it being torn when he first has a cock pushed inside him. It always gets to him, and he's grunting away as he spills his load. Lots of fun.

And the next time he calls, we'll be talking about the monthly curse - he needn't think he's going to go without that!

The Bitch Is Back!

Apologies for the lack of posts lately. I decide to take some time off for much-needed rest. But now I'm back and raring to go!

My NiteFlirt lines will be open later and throughout all of the bank-holiday weekend. Sunday Confessional will of course be available, so if you have been naughty, you had better get ready to confess!

And no doubt, in the next few days I will be sharing info about My calls!

So, get dialling and get serving!

Fucked For His Lateness.

So last night I took a call from one of My new regulars, who loves a bit of role-play. His calls are always full of energy and very very kinky!

He likes the idea of Me being his bitchy boss. I'm dressed in a tight pencil skirt, see-through blouse, stockings and heels, which is sexy enough you might say. But what really gets his pulse racing out of control is the strap-on I'm wearing under My skirt!

Yes, he loves to be punished like a bitch. Last night he was late for work, so he was left in no doubt that this would not be tolerated! After ordering him to My office and making him strip down to his bare ass, I had him kneeling in front of Me, peeling up My skirt to reveal the tops of My lace thigh-high stockings. The strap-on was still hidden beneath the material of the skirt. So close to him, but still out of view. But he had to work hard if he was going to get what he desired.

As I ran My fingers sensually over the soft skin of My thighs, I told him I wanted him to kiss them, as he begged for My forgiveness. and this he did; all the time telling Me how beautifully silky My thighs were and that he would never again be late for work. "Ah," I purred. "But I need to make sure you won't be late for work again, and there's only one way to do that." With that being said, I slowly pulled up the rest of My skirt to reveal the huge rubber cock, sticking out proud from between My legs, just waiting for his attention.

"Now you're going to be a good boy," I said quietly, as I lightly threaded My fingers through his hair, "and you're going to worship every single inch of this cock, from tip to base, with that submissive little tongue and wet little mouth of yours." He did this eagerly; working his wet tongue up and down the shaft, circling it around the tip before wrapping his lips around the swollen helmet. "You're going to have to try harder than that!" I told him, as I placed My hand on the back of his neck, to guide his mouth up and down My length. Soon, he was sucking and gagging like a whore; his mouth plunging up and down My cock, as My hand remained on the back of his neck to guide him. I set the pace and the depth of his sucking; thrusting My hips a little more to meet his mouth as the cock slid a little bit further down his throat. But the little slut was beginning to enjoy this punishment, and I couldn't have that. I needed something to press the point home.

"Get over My desk!" I hissed as I pulled the cock free of his mouth; and he obliged, bending over My desk, as his chest pressed against the cold surface. I stood behind him, grabbing hold of his ass cheeks with My hands and spread them wide; revealing his puckered little rose-bud; just waiting to be filled. "You know I need to punish you properly," I said, as I wet a finger and pressed it against his aching hole. "Making you suck My cock isn't enough. You need a punishment you can feel."

He moaned his agreement as I slipped My finger inside his ass; working it in and out to watch him open to Me. Once I was satisfied he was ready, I withdrew My finger and pressed the head of My cock to his hole. "I want you to be a good boy and take this," I purred as I began to push, and with ease, the bulbous head of My cock slipped inside, amid a gasp of pleasure from My victim. Gradually, I began to ease more inside him, as he moaned out his gratitude, until the full length of My strap-on was inside him. And that's when the fun began.

Gripping his hips firmly, I began to thrust; pulling the full length of My cock almost all the way out before plunging in straight back in again. He was gasping and growling in pleasure with each brutal thrust, but I wanted more. So I threaded My fingers through his hair again, and pulled his head back; forcing him to arch his back and thus push his ass up higher. I wanted to fill him completely. And this I did; moving in and out of him with ease.

His squeals of delight were filling the office and I knew we'd soon be discovered. "I think I'm going to have to keep you quiet," I growled and slowly pulled My cock from him. Pulling down My thong, I took it off completely, before balling it up into My hand. "Open wide!" I barked, and stuffed the thong into his mouth to muffle his squeals. As soon as he had that silky material in his mouth, My cock went back to work, plunging all the way into his stomach with force; My hips slamming against his. He was gagging and mumbling around his panty-gag and I could tell he was close. So without hesitating, I reached around and curled My hand around his rigid cock. Leaning in close, I whispered into his ear; "Now I'm going to force you to cum while I fuck you. And you're going to make sure you every moment of it."

He gave a shivered breath as My fist began to pump up and down him, faster and harder, milking him for all he was worth. My cock was soon like a piston in and out of his ass, the thrusts matching the pace of My forced wanking, and soon he gave a muffled growl and shot his load, fully over My desk, as I plunged into him deeper than before.

"Well look at that!" I exclaimed; once I'd pulled My cock from him. "Looks like you made a mess. You need to clean it up!" And I removed his gag and pressed his face into his sticky cum, as his tongue went to work, licking and slurping up every single drop until I was satisfied My desk was clean again.

"Now get dressed," I said as I put My now soaking thong back on. "And let that be a lesson to you. If you're late again, I won't be fucking you in the privacy of My office - I'll be fucking you in the staff canteen, so everybody can see your shame!"

SUNDAY 13 APRIL - SUNDAY CONFESSIONAL VIA NITEFLIRT!

Another Sunday is upon us and that means it's time for Sunday Confessional! My Sunday Confessional line at NiteFlirt will be open from 2.30pm until 5pm GMT. You will report to Me to confess your sins of the week and beg to be punished for them - by a variety of different means!

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When Phone Sex Becomes Phone Counselling.

Not every caller who calls Me wants to talk about sex or fetish. While it's true that 90% are randy and want to get off, there are the 10% who just want somebody to talk to. They're lonely, they're feeling depressed and they want a neutral ear to listen and to sound off to. That was the case last night with a lovely caller who spent an hour with Me.

It was his first time. He admitted he'd never called a phone sex line before, and was rather nervous to say the least. He wanted to know why I did the job. He was actually quite interested in what I gained from it, at first assuming it was because of the money. I think I surprised him when I told him I do it because I actually enjoy it. Yes; money is a perk, but the fact is I do enjoy talking to men - about sex and other things. It's an interesting job and you get to speak to lots of interesting people.

He was very unsure though. He kept asking several times during the call; "Are you just telling me this because you want the money?", so I kept reassuring him. "Look, while I enjoy getting paid for what I do, I also enjoy doing what I do. If I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't have done it for 12 years." This seemed to help, but nevertheless, he was still unsure.

I told him a little about Myself, and before long, he began to relax, so much so that he admitted he was calling because 2 days earlier, his marriage had ended. So there he was, on his own, no wife, separated from their children, talking to me, and actually my heart did go out to him. See, I'm not a cold-hearted bitch all the time. This guy needed to talk, and I was prepared to listen.

He talked about how his wife just wasn't interested in him. "I haven't had sex in about 7 months," he said sadly. "She's not interested. I've tried. I've bought toys to spice things up - she just used the toys and ignored me. Tonight, she's out seeing male strippers." Some women can be total bitches can't they? I mean, not many men would do that - would work hard to make things work - but she clearly didn't try.

"I know you probably get told this all the time;" he said quietly, "but one of the reasons my marriage failed is the size of my cock. It hurts my wife, because it's too big. That's why she isn't interested. Many guys brag that they have big cocks, but I do, and I hate it. It's not good." Now this is genuine. This is not some guy saying "I've got a massive cock - now worship it." This is a man speaking the truth - he can't have sex with his wife, because she finds it too painful. "But there are ways to get around that," I told him. "Have you sought professional help?"

"She's not interested," he replied sadly. "More interested in the toys I've spent a fortune on." How sad.

As he opened up more, he was asking if it was okay to talk to me about this. "I don't want to take up your time," he said. "You can speak to somebody else if you want."
"Don't be silly," I replied. "I'm happy to talk to you for as long as you like. It sounds like you need to talk to somebody, so talk."

So we talked. He lit a cigarette and so did I, and he poured his heart out, about how he feels like a failure. "You're not a failure!" I scolded him. "You just weren't with the right person. The right person will come along eventually."

Poor guy was so dejected. Clearly the estranged wife has made sure she's given his ego a good battering, and as he said, there's children involved, so it makes it even worse.

When the call finally finished, he thanked Me for chatting to him. "I think you're right," he finally admitted. "This isn't always fake is it? You're a very good listener."

I felt really good about that, and I told him I hoped that by listening and letting him talk, I'd helped him to see things a bit clearer. He seemed happier and more positive in the end; taking My advice to go away for a few days and get his head together. "You're too close to it right now," I told him. "It's early days and it's still raw. Go somewhere for a few days, and come back with a different perspective on things. It will become clear."

I really do hope things work out for him and eventually he can find a woman who doesn't treat him like crap. Not My place to say, but I think the wife dumping him has done him a favour. I mean; who wants to spend the rest of their life with somebody that selfish? Poor guy. Let's hope he finds himself a nice girl soon, who will treat him nice and with respect.

Abusive Caller Gets Barred.

So last night I took a call from an abusive caller. Now don't get Me wrong - the vast majority of men I speak to are lovely and a pleasure to converse with. In fact, I enjoy 99% ofMy calls because they are respectful, well mannered and speak to Me as they should.

But of course there is always an exception to the rule - and the prick I spoke to last night was that exception.

I could tell it wasn't going to go well the moment I introduced Myself and received the reply; "so what's your REAL name?" Yes, like I'm going to tell you that! Get real boy - it's a FANTASY service, not a come-over-here-and-stalk-Me service! So I explained that as far as he was concerned, that was My real name.

"What kind of fucking name is that?" came his tosserific reply. BIG MISTAKE!
 "Mine," I simply replied, not giving him an inch. "I like it. I think it suits Me perfectly because I am like Cristal - the champagne that is - reassuringly expensive!"

"Well I think you're just a bullshitter," he sneered back.
"Oh do you?" I replied. "Let's see how much of a bullshitter I am when I hang up on your ass!"

And that's exactly what I did - before promptly barring him from My lines. Good luck trying to call Me again, you miserable sack of shit!

Human Ashtray Falls In Love.

I had a new slave call Me last night, who was very much into public domination and humiliation. He started off by explaining how is ex-girlfriend use to tie him spread-eagled in the garden, for all to see his vulnerability and his tiny tickle-tackle!

She would either use his mouth of her own pleasure, or slap him across the face. Sometimes while they were out in public, she would slap him across the face for no reason, before telling him that his hardening pathetic little willy sickened her. I like her style.

I told him that I would do much better than that. I would make it clear to the public that I was definitely the one in control, as I led him around via leash. If I wanted to sit down and take a rest, he would immediately drop to his knees and worship My heels like an obedient puppy. If he failed to worship to My satisfaction, I too would be slapping him across the face to further humiliate him.

But the ultimate tease came when I decided to light up a cigarette. (I don't smoke indoors, so therefore don't smoke on cam. But I do smoke during phone chats.) I told him that he would make the perfect human ashtray. As he worshipped My heels, I would be puffing away on My cigarette, holding it between My long, red manicured fingers, taking the stub of the cigarette between My full red lips, and taking a nice long drag. Then, I would pull his face up by his hair, order him to open his mouth, and blow the smoke straight into his mouth, while he shivered with excitement.

Amid the moans and groans coming from slave, I told him that the ash from My cigarette would also be flicked on his tongue for him to eat and swallow. And once My cigarette was finished, I would pinch his jaw until he had no choice but to open wide, take the tip of his tongue between My thumb and fingernail and pull it forcefully between his lips. Then, the finished but still lit cigarette stub would be placed on his tongue, before I clamped and held his jaw shut for him to swallow.

This description resulted in the most powerful orgasm he has ever experienced, and he proved this by repeatedly crying out "oh I think I love you Mistress!" Yes, they all do - but they can NEVER have Me!

SUNDAY CONFESSIONAL TODAY!

It's Sunday - that means it's time for Sunday Confessional! My confession line will be open today from 2pm until 5pm GMT for you to crawl to Me confess your sins and beg to be punished for them. Punishments will be painful, humiliating, frustrating or even financial - BUT YOU WILL BE PUNISHED.

Need to get some naughty behaviour off your chest? Get ready to enter confession.

ENTER THE CONFESSIONAL

Mr Top From Bottom - Round 2!

So last night, Mr Top From Bottom called again. Yes, he's clearly a glutton for punishment!

"Back for more are you?" I asked as soon as I recognised his voice. Of course he conveniently forgot that we had spoken the previous night - yeah right! After I told him I KNEW he wasn't submissive, he started off  with the same old crap as he did the night before, and I let him as I chuckled in amusement at his attempts to try and fail to over-power Me. Silly boy! He really doesn't know who's he's dealing with, does he?

Then he started talking about his oh so big cock again. "It's very stiff and long," he said rather proudly. "Of course it is," I responded. "Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?"
"I think you'll like it when the head throbs," he continued.
"Only if I make it throb with My whip," I retorted.
"It would be great to fuck you with," came the reply.
"Do I sound like the kind of Dominatrix who fucks slaves?" I asked. No answer. "Well do I?" I demanded again. "Well I just figured it would be nice to fuck you," came the now very meek reply. "The only way I'll be fucking you is in your dreams," I taunted. "That's about the best you can hope for. My body is for real men - not for pathetic ticks like you!"

He rapidly changed the subject - I was getting to him and once again, he was staring utter failure in the face. "How old are you?" he asked. "I've already told you," I replied in a rather bored voice. "I told you last night and I told you about 10 minutes ago, when you asked for the second time. Or is your memory as pathetic as your cock?" Cue the nervous stuttering from this minion.

"Where are you from?" was the next question. "None of your business," was My reply. "Next question?" Oh, he was trying so very hard to win Me over. Not gonna happen. Finally, he realised he was on to a loser or maybe that he really IS a loser. "You're very professional, aren't you?" he finally admitted. "Yes, that's what happens when you're a Professional Dominatrix, and have been for the past 12 years," I replied. "And that's why I know, as well you as know, that you aren't going to take charge. Not ever."

"Yes, I can see you're very good," he admitted. "Perhaps a bit too good for me."

"Funny that," I chuckled before he hung up; finally accepting defeat. Wonder if he'll be back again tonight? Oh I do hope so!

Top From Bottom? Bring It On Bitch!

So last night I had a call from a guy who was NOT at all submissive - despite the fact that he claimed to be. I could tell straight away from his whole attitude that there wasn't a submissive bone in his body. And as the call progressed, it quickly became apparent that he was definitely going to try to top from bottom. Now some Ladies would hang up at this- not Me. I see this as a game - a game of how long he'll last before he realises he will never get the better of Me.

So I took his money, while he tried and failed to win control of the situation. I even told him that I knew exactly what he was doing and I'd encountered and over-powered many like him before. "You may as well quit trying," I sighed to him. "Not a single fake-sub has ever gotten the better of Me and you're no different." He carried on talking about how he had a big stiff cock and he knew I'd like it. "The only way I'll like it is if I can torture it, while you scream for mercy," I said to him, quickly becoming rather bored of his pathetic attempts to take charge. "Oh I think you'll like to sit on this stiff cock," he said arrogantly. "No dear," I replied. "If it was a choice between sitting on searing hot coals and your so-called stiff cock, the hot coals would win easily." Next he went on to tell Me how attractive he claimed he was. "Yes, keep telling yourself that," I said, chuckling.

In the end I gave it to him straight. "In the 12 years I've been dominating men, I've found that a few, not many, but a few like to take control," I explained. "The thing is they NEVER manage to take control. Not once. I'm ALWAYS in control. And the fakes who have disappeared feeling really rather foolish are testament to that. So if you think I'm going to waiver, and allow you to take charge, you're very much mistaken!"

He hung up - yes, he'd met his match and more. I get the feeling he's tried this with several phone Dommes, and some have actually given in. Not Me, and the more I spurned his "advances" the more increasingly desperate he became, hence the "I think you'll like my stiff cock," line. How boring.

The thing is; I know "subs" trying to top from bottom is annoying. But for Me it's highly amusing. It's game - a power-struggle for them - while I let themselves dig a bigger hole. And for Me? Well I just sit back and enjoy the entertainment of hearing just how desperate for attention they truly are.

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Giantess & Balloon Fetish

This evening has been an evening of interesting fetishes, which of course I love to explore, being a fetish connossieur.

First up was a giantess call, with a sub who constantly mocks his sister-in-law for being only 5ft 2, while he's over six foot. But, he's long since had a fantasy of being shrunk to only 3 inches. It started off with him being in a terrible accident at work involving some sort of x-ray machine, the result being he was this tiny little 3 inch man. I was to play the part of the sister-in-law, coming to his home while his wife was at work, to find his little ass, perched on the table.

"So, what do we have here?" I bellowed, towering above him. In his little squeaky voice, he cried; "leave me alone! I'm only little! I've had an accident at work."

"No, it looks like you got shrunk in the wash!" I tittered. I picked him up between My finger and thumb and dangled him in front of My face. "You know you're almost like a jelly baby," I taunted. "And I always love to eat the head first!" In his squeaky voice, he begged Me not to eat him. "Don't eat me!" he begged, "I'm a man, really!" So with him in the palm of My hand, I took him to the mirror. "Look at yourself," I sneered. "You think that staring back at you is a man? Why you're tiny enough to sit in My purse!"

He LOVED it, thinking about being unceremoniously dumped into the darkness of My purse, his muffled squeaks going unheard as he accepted his fate as my little "wee-man" for the rest of his life. Definitely love the Giantess call!

Next up was a guy with a balloon popping fetish. He was very nervous at first and admitted he was looking for somebody with a knowledge of fetish. "I have an obscure fetish" he confessed. "Not many want to talk about it."

"Well, try Me!" I challenged, very intrigued but hoping it wasn't one of those fetishes with the ick-factor. "See if you can guess," he challenged back. Well, listening to his demeanour something just told me he was into balloons. "Oh my god, you're right!" he gasped. "How the hell did you know?" Of course I explained I have an ear for these things.

He didn't like the usual balloon popping. He likes Ladies to pop balloons with their fingernails. Having very long fingernails, he was in luck! So I described pinching the balloon between My finger and thumb nails, and squeezing as the pressure grew until the balloon gave, and popped with a loud bang. "What other ways do you pop balloons?" he asked somewhat excited. "Well, I can pop them with My heels - especially if I'm wearing very high stiletto heels. Or I can sit on them and pop then. But My favourite way is to pop them with compressed air." Now this really got his attention. "Oooh, how do you do that?" he gasped. "Well, I simply spray the compressed air into the balloon as I watch it expand to ridiculous proportions until it bursts," I explained. "But when it bursts, it really does burst! It's the best way. Bits of balloon fly all over the place - goggles are advised!" I added with a chuckle. He came so hard at this, as he envisioned the balloon being literally shredded to bits as it burst. "Wow! That's amazing!" he said afterwards. "I'm off to see if I can find a video of somebody doing that!" I should imagine he'll be collecting said videos!

Filthy Sissy Sluts!

I've had an abundance of sissy sluts calling Me today. It must be the warm weather, but clearly something has brought out the filthy whore in them.

First slut of the day confessed his name was Abigail, who had a love of silky french knickers and shoving a huge butt plug up his ass. He confessed that when he goes out clubbing, dressed as "Abigail" he likes to regularly flash his knickers to attract the attention of horny men. Apparently this weekend it did the trick, because he ended up on his knees in the gents, sucking the huge cock of some unknown kinkster. Of course, I had to degrade him for being such a slut, ordering him to fuck himself hard with his butt plug, while he made his confession.

He confessed further, that he was sitting on a wall outside a club, again flashing his knickers, when another horny guy walked up to him and just popped his cock in his mouth. Abigail simply sucked him hard, not speaking, just taking that fat cock down his throat, until he had a mouthful of sticky cum. Truly a cock-sucking little whore.

Second slut of the day wanted to bounce himself up and down on My strap on. I had him put on a pair of red lacy panties and coat his lips in bright red lip-gloss. Next, he was on his knees, slurping and gagging on My cock, telling Me what a dirty little bitch he is, before begging Me to fuck him. Before long, I had him on all fours, his ass high in the air, ordering him to spread his cheeks, before plunging My cock deep up his ass. He couldn't get enough and soon was squealing at Me to fuck him harder, while he played with his little sissy clit. With his knickers around his knees, he took a good drilling, until his cum splashed all over his knickers. I wasn't finished with him though. As a final humiliation, he was made to shove the knickers in his mouth and suck them clean - exactly the sort of treatment a filthy fuck-whore deserves!

MONDAY 31ST MARCH - NITEFLIRT LINES WILL BE OPEN!

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Sunday Confessional - 30th March 2014

There will be NO Sunday Confessional tomorrow with it being Mother's Day. Yes even Mistress has to go out and spoil her Mum! So it looks like you boys will be getting a reprieve. But don't get too comfortable! Sunday Confessional will return next Sunday 6th April - and punishments will be NUCLEAR!

Slave Gets Total Power Exchange!

One of My favourite callers are those who enjoy TPE or Total Power Exchange. This was the case with a caller this afternoon, who wanted complete ownership. He wanted his existing life to change, until his only existence was to serve Me; do as I told him, wear what I told him, and eat what I told him.

Yes, that's right - I am now his entire universe. He exists only to please Me, to carry out each and every one of My instructions, his first one to go out and buy a lacy thong and hold up stockings. He will be wearing these EVERY DAY to work, as a reminder of to whom he truly belongs. Tonight, he will be going to bed at 9pm and rising again tomorrow at 5am. Despite his frustration, he will NOT be touching himself until further notice.

I have even taken control of his meals tomorrow. Lunch will be eaten at 12 pm, and will consist of some form of meat, 1 scoop of mashed potato and 2 peas. Evening meal will be eaten at 5pm and will consist only of ice cream. He will be avoiding alcohol until I decide otherwise. Any drinks he has will be in a dog bowl, on the floor, of which he will slurp like a little puppy.

He has also been instructed to start researching chastity devices - yes his little dick will be locked away by Mistress; so it can't be played with when I am not around!

Slave was very very happy with this, telling Me how much I had made his dreams of complete ownership come true. I reminded him that this really is the beginning and he should not assume that Mistress is going to be tame with him at all times. No, I most certainly will not. In fact, he will quickly learn that Mistress is anything BUT tame!

FRIDAY 28 MARCH - NITEFLIRT LINES OPEN TODAY!!

My NiteFlirt lines will open today from 2.30pm until 5pm GMT.

I'm very much looking forward to putting all you pathetic boys in your place. And today I'm feeling particularly sadistic so you boys had better be prepared to suffer for My enjoyment! You know how much I enjoy making you suffer. I find it the ultimate pleasure!

So call Me this afternoon ready for some seriously hot phone domination!

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Midget Dicked Loser Begs For His Pleasure.

Wankers come in all shapes and sizes and when I refer to wankers, I am of course referring to their dicks. Last night I had a "little" wanker call Me. He was very shy, but obedient, which pleased Me. Whenever it comes to dealing with little-dicked losers, desperate to wank, I always like to ask them lots of humiliating questions before listening to them beg for pleasure.

So the first thing I asked of course was how big or rather small his little worm was. I was very amused to hear the meek reply of "only 3 inches Mistress". Not one of the smallest I've ever encountered, but not impressive either. Let's face it, there's very little he could do with a 3 inch tiddler.

He confessed to Me that it had been a week since he'd last had release - self-imposed of course, because he felt he should "wait and beg for My permission." Of course that doesn't guarantee that he's going to get permission, because he exists purely for My entertainment - not for his own selfish needs.

Needless to say, I had him play with his little stub with just one finger and one thumb. A dick that tiny doesn't warrant a hold hand pumping it - not unless he has midget hands too! He was wanking away while I told him how he would NEVER be worthy of coming anywhere near Me with that dick. I told him all about how I enjoy big dicks - I like how they feel, and I like to watch them squirt. And to add to his humiliation, I told him that I wasn't sure I was going to let his squirt, because it certainly wasn't big enough for Me to enjoy it.

He was practically sobbing with desperation, as he reached the very edge. And the more I teased him about how he's not a real man, and he'll never be worthy of fucking any woman, the more he begged. I love hearing a loser beg - it's the ultimate satisfaction - knowing I have the key to his pleasure and I can either keep it locked or allow him that release.

I knew he couldn't take much more, so eventually I did let him cum. He came hard, releasing 7 days of spunk from those ridiculously tiny balls, squealing like a pig in the process. Oh how funny - squirting it all over himself instead of inside a woman! What a loser! When he had finally composed himself, I told him that I was bored - hearing him wank his pin-dick had only been entertaining for so long. Now I wanted a real man - man who was worthy of My attention. "Now take your little midget dick and get off My line - there's real men waiting to speak with Me!" Did he cum again? I didn't wait to find out!

Welcome!

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This blog is designed to give you an insight into the kind of calls I receive daily on My NiteFlirt lines. And I'm sure some of the very naughty things I get up to with My NiteFlirt slaves will get you all excited as well.

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