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!
Wednesday 14 May 2014
Saturday 10 May 2014
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!
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!
Friday 9 May 2014
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.
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.
Sunday 4 May 2014
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!"
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!"
Saturday 3 May 2014
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!
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!
Thursday 1 May 2014
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!
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!
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