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!

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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!