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!"
Thursday 17 April 2014
Sunday 13 April 2014
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!
Calls are charged at $2.00 per min. You can also include webcam with your call simply by purchasing My Skype ID via the link below.
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Saturday 12 April 2014
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.
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.
Thursday 10 April 2014
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!
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!
Monday 7 April 2014
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!
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 6 April 2014
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.
Need to get some naughty behaviour off your chest? Get ready to enter confession.
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!
"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!
Saturday 5 April 2014
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.
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.
Thursday 3 April 2014
FRIDAY 4TH APRIL - NITEFLIRT LINES WILL BE OPEN!
My NiteFlirt lines will be open tomorrow (Friday) from 2.30pm until 5pm GMT and 7.30pm until 10.30pm GMT for some seriously hot phone domination! During the day slot, you will be able to add webcam to your NiteFlirt call, simply by purchasing My Skype ID via the link below. Once purchased, I will email you with My Skype ID for you to add Me!
Wednesday 2 April 2014
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!
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!
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!
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