Waygay, My New Gay Boi-friend

Pays me to be his 'beard'. Inotherfagwords, he pays me to fend off the gay, so his family, especially Granny Gotrock$, thinks he's as straight as a pin. This requires incredible acting skills on my part and mouthwash, for when I have to schmutz him in front of relatives, god knows where that mouth has been.


Granny Gotrock$ has a 2 million dollar crib in Boca willed to Waygay only if he's no longer gay and behaves like a good str8 boy should, you see, his family thinks his gayness was only a brief phase that he passed thru, like adolescence! So he produced me @ the holidays as his girlfriend. I counted the cash. If Hollywood bitches can deflect gay glare from actor fehgs, so can I. I just need to get Waygay to sign a contract where I'll get a cut of the inheritance for my continuing girlfriendliness!

Slightly Surpassing Stinkbob?

Miss Sara

When I come to Miami I would love to take you for manicures and pedicures just let me know.

slave kris
Dear slave kris

I 'just' reviewed how much you have spent on me in the 2 years you've been calling me and your pathetic ass has only spent $179.14 including live calls, recorded calls, and blog entry fee. I don't humor piss-poor wannabe 'slaves'. You're only one level about Stinkbob. $7 a month doesn't even feed my Diet Pepsi habit. Put your money where your mouth is and start paying for my manicures and pedicures via Niteflirt paidmail. But somehow I doubt you can even swing for that.

Sara

G-Shot

Nicki is coming down for a few days of mischief and mayhem after Xmas. We are planning to double-Domme fatfuck. That is, if he can withstand it, it might be more than he can take. Nicki also wants to get her g-spot re-injected with Restylane, an XXXmas gift from scrooge fatfuck who will sweat while he gazes deep into the pussy he is not worthy to fuck. I'm going to wait till I graduate to get mine re-injected. A plumped up g-spot will put me into a perpetual state of horniness and steer me off course from my priorities. My priorities for the next 5 months is to get my thesis done, finish my clinical commitment hours and complete my graduate program. Then I shall fuck fuck and fuck.

Iceberg Alert

'Iceberg' is the new term for misleading photos on Myspace, Facebook, dating sites, ad nauseum, where the person posts pics of their face or a crop shot from the chest up. Only 10% of an iceberg is floating above water, we can't see the hulking mass below. And so the term arose from the hulking mass below the face shot, crop shot coming into view.

I experienced a sinking of the Titanic yesterday when I met a potential slave for coffee and an interview. Not that it matters to me if a slave is fat, as many of you know of my slave fatfuck, I'm only interested if the wallet's fat! But Terry is a wannabe, a playa, who wants a hot dominant girl on his arm for partying and pegging. Reminds me of my relationship with Charlie, who went to neverneverland (rehab) and I never heard from nor saw him again.

So I told Terry he would need to buy me out of my niteclub job if he wants me to bone him on the weekend and that I would want a month retainer, plus money for every Fri and Sat nite we go out. Of course he didn't like those terms, he wanted something more casual, like if I call you and want to go out this Fri, I'll pay you this.... He must have other girls in rotation? or....it's a $ issue, he's only 28 and I don't think he's making the level of $ to be able to dispose of the level of $ I'm looking for. I told him the only way I would be available on a Fri or Sat nite is if I'm not working and that he has to buy me out of that job. We went round and round. It ended in a stand-off. He's ready to be strap-on fucked, but he's not ready to financially fucked. Plus he was only driving the entry level Porsche.

Unscrooged

Fatfuck has agreed to pay for a shopping spree pour moi. Slut wear and heels coming up! Fatfuck will be released by the shrew just in time for my FINALS. So I will have to find a way to squeeze fatfuck into my exam schedule. I need all the slave money I can get my claws on to replace my beater car.

Ember has arranged for me to rendez-vous with a car salesman to give me tips galore on 'pre-owned' car shopping and what scams or tricks to watch out for. Ember's Dad owns a dealership here in SoFlo, but I can't afford the cars (even the 'pre-owned') Ember's Dad moves. Someday.... So in the meantime, Vince will be schooling me on Used Car Buying 101. Vince can't believe I am making him pay me $100 to meet me for coffee, when I should be paying him! Ha! He says: I want to get your game. I want to get your game down. That's a good game. You are playing me.

Ember selected Vince from the car salesmen harem as a possibility for enslavement. We shall see if Ember's instincts were 'right on'.

Scrooged

Hanukah means I don't see fatfuck for at least 8 days. While the Menorah burns, his shrew (wifey) has him by the short hairs. But I think a shopping excursion is in order, and scrooge fatfuck shall pay!

Flipflopper

hello Your Highness, i was wondering if i may offer you my services as a footslave/ shoe cleaner? im very well trained at sucking and licking worn shoes until they look like brand new... i do not seek to have any sexual interactions, but to serve as a shoe cleaning slave or service slave ... my last domes trained me as to being very good in making their flipflops and sandals look like they were never worn... and if you wish i can clean your shoes on cam for you as well - but my point is ill work my hardest to have them spotless, sucking on each toe print for hours if need be :) i would be willing to pay for all mailing expenses Ma'm but i cant afford anything more than that but please let my tongue work for you.

Note the misspelling of Dommes, or maybe he did mean Domes. Maybe in an alternative dimension, Domes did train him to lick flipflops. But my question is, who is the footlicker in the photo, nerd boy or his friend, the Yeti?

Best of 2007 -- The Best Blog Posts from Both of my Blogs

Email me your nominations in the following categories:

1. Best Confession

2. Biggest Loser of the Month Award

3. Worst Offer I've Refused

4. Best Spum Recipe

The Best of the Best or the Best of the Worst will be announced by the end of the year!

To hannahsslave....

Peg-ass-us Update

The Sobe Manslut chickened out bawk bawk bawk bawk. Not only did he chicken out, he emailed me and said he had moved out of the area! My strap on chased him out of town, hahahaha. What a wimp.

Nicole won't let me borrow Josephine!

Nicole has a very obedient boy friday
named Josephine. Josephine runs all her errands,
hand washes all her dance 'apparel', wipes or polishes
her heels and boots, fluffs our her feather boas, ok
I made that one up, but you get the picture.

I want to borrow slave Josephine to do a little photo
shoot that a Niteflirter is willing to pay for, to show
me trampling some gobbler and gizzards. While wearing
panty hose. I think Nicole is afraid I might steal
Josephine, she told me, get your own damn slave to do
the photo shoot! Fatfuck won't appear in pictures and
even if he did, he would turn anyone who gazed upon his
tangle of nads and pubes, into stone. And the toad,
well, his mushroom patch isn't any prettier.

I'll have to call Waygay, my gayboy, except
he'll expect to be paid as well. I guess the price
for the photo shoot just went up!

Peg-ass-us

Tomorrow nite, I will be pulling a bait and switch. I have been trying to hook up with a Sobe manslut who has been fantasizing about an aggressive pegging, but then as soon as I have the date set up, he backs out. I hate when a manslut disconnects from his fantasy as soon as he jags off. He also likes to play with expensive escorts, so we set up my girlfriend, Taylor, with an ad on the net, and he bit the bait. The switch is that I will be showing up with my strap-on. Let the pegging begin!

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Fright Night

What would Halloween have been without a big fright! No, it wasn't Fatfuck gobbling cock and balls. It was Naughty Nurse Nicole's big Halloween Treat. A Fleet Enema! I don't think Nicole and I have recovered after having to stick the enema probe into Fatfuck's big fat hairy ass. Then we ran for our lives!

Trick or Treat!

It's going to be a fatfuck Halloween!

I must plan something special for my fat slave.

Maybe 2 cocks for him to suck (instead of just 1)....

Richest Sissy in the World Part Duh



Thanks to my friend Sam for finding the pic of Sergey Brin looking like a Kazakh farmer's daughter on her wedding day. No, it wasn't Halloween. Scroll below for my post on how Sergey should become my billionaire sissy bitch.

Richest Sissy in the World!

I haven't been able to find the picture I want to post on my blog of Sergey Brin, co-founder of Google. Supposedly, there is a pic of him, crossdressed, not a Halloween costume.

But I think I know what happened to the mystery photo. Sergey has a small army of cubicle farmers spidering for this picture, it must be eliminated! Since Google now owns blogspot, if my blog disappears and my craptop is sizzled by the Goodle Earth deathray, you will know why. But seriously, I do want a rich slave, a billionaire sissy, a bossy bitchy beautiful girl can dream, no?

And now for your viewing pleasure, Sergey 'en' Speedo.

Hello Goddess,

My name is Josh. I am seeking a longterm cuckold marriage relationship. I am looking to create a wonderful relationship with my life partner where we exchange a lot of love and affection. I am seeking my wife to have me submit to hardcore BDSM and REQUIRE me to eventually submit to having a radical penectomy (total penis removal) performed on me.

I live in LA and have an excellent job. I hope you are intrigued and would like to start the process of learning more about each other to build what we both desire and need for a lifetime.

Josh

********

Hmmmm at first the Josh above does not look like the type of guy who needs a penectomy, until he sends me this next photo...and then I see he needs more than a penectomy, he needs to be transformed into a complete girlie or become a gayed clittie boy.

Tom from Myspace needs to be my bitch!

OK we all know Tom, the geeky guy who everyone gets as their first friend when they sign up on Myspace. Supposedly Tom is real, and is one of the dotcomboys who made big bank when Myspace was bought out for billions. So yes, it would be fun to have Tom as my rich little bitchboy. Just looking at Tom, I think he probably wanks it too much, spends hours surfing internet porn, and really needs a bossy girl to keep him under her thumb. So Tom, if you should happen to read my little blog entry, and it made your lil peen hard, it's playtime!

Dear Mistress Sara,

I will do anything for you, anything, as long as I can indulge my fetish. I want to motorboat your tits. Ok, let me know!

All I can say is hmmmmm. Let me say that again hmmmmm. This one is beyond my comprehension. Sara

Looking for stunningly gorgeous fuckdoll

Annoying sleaze contacts me. Nevermind that I'm not an escort, since he's new to nf, he probably doesn't realize this isn't Eros. His cut&paste email:

I travel alot. I want a fuckdoll to show up to my hotel. You would be there to fuck. Try not to talk unless you are good at talking dirty. Let's have some NSA fun. No encumbrances. Pay is good.

My response:

Today is your lucky day. You contacted the right girl even tho you didn't read my listings. Do I have a fuckdoll for you.



I like the Jesse Jane model myself. It has hair you can pull. So bring your fuckdoll to a hotel room and blow it up, don't forget your bicycle pump! I'll show up at your hotel room with one of my friends. We'll set you back several thousand to watch you fuck your dolly. If you're lucky, we'll laugh and cheer you on!

Expect us to drink room service champagne and eat the $20 jar of macadamia nuts from the mini-bar. Maybe we'll take digital pictures so you can always remember how much fun it was to stick your dickie into the fuckdoll's holes. You asked for NSA and no encumbrances, what better fuckdoll than one you can throw away when you're done!

Everyone wants to move to sunny Florida!

Hello Ma'am,

it is natures way for you to lead and for man to follow.

for you to mold, shape, train and control 24/7 long term
for all of your pleasures.

if it isn't true then why did nature provide on the male a
pop up handle you can call forth anytime you choose to lead him by.
and also place it at just the perfect height for your hand
to reach without an effort.

i will relocate to florida at the snap of your fingers.
_______________________

I ignore him.
_______________________

A few hours later, I receive another email:

I will put my relocation on hold ma'am.
_______________________

Well hmmm I'm glad we straightened that out.

Like I Care....



Jerkoff can't read, but he can write and write and write.... I told him to call me if he wanted to discuss his situation, but first, send me an Amz Gift Cert for the privilege of having me read his novel before he calls. Of course, he does neither....

I am hoping this truly interests you. There is a lot to read here, but most of it is how and why all of this came about and has nothing to do with the actual session. This is definitely something I want to explore again in my life. There are many reasons why I feel I need to experience this again, which we can get into later.

I really want a secret Mistress to take care of, and to try and please.

Essentially I would like you to think of it as an opportunity to have fun. To literally have a powerful handsome man at your feet. Knowing you can do anything you want, strictly for YOUR own enjoyment and entertainment. And know you are getting paid to do it.

There is NO sexual intercourse involved with this whatsoever.

OK, here goes, I am looking forward to talking with you. I need to first start out by explaining that I am a very manly man. I was much younger when this experience took place (I was 20 yrs old) I am very successful and very dominant in all of my relationships. This is an experience I had with a woman where I was not dominant, she was. This is how it began.

I used to be a dancer, I danced at private b-days and bachelorette parties. I eventually got very well known for a particular physical feature that I have and started doing a show that included it. I used to offer a "wet show". What I did was at the very end of a show I would do an "ending" On or In anything that the girls chose. I have been told that when I do an ending, basically when I cum, that I cum 5 times more (in amount) than an average guy. I don't know why I do, but I do. At one of my shows I met a gorgeous woman, she was older than I, I would guess middle to late 30's, I was 20 yrs old at the time.

I met with her at her home. She was extremely wealthy, beyond my comprehension (at the time). She made a proposal to me. She wanted to have a slave, a male slave a couple of days each week. She would be able to do anything that she wanted with me, no questions asked. My motivation (at the time) was $400 per visit. Please bear in mind, this was about $3200 per month at a time when my house payment was $200 per month. I was certainly nervous, but she was so stunning and very persuasive, I agreed.

Our arrangement lasted almost two years. There is no way I can detail everything she did to me. Some has been lost to memory. I will try to give a general synopsis of what a typical session was like, some things may come to mind later, but not as of this writing. She knew I was 1000 percent heterosexual, and she knew what she was going to make me do would be very difficult for a heterosexual man to do.

She used intimidation (how she dressed) humiliation (what she liked to make me do, had me wear and money) embarrassment (she would invite other girls to watch and participate at times). She was always sweet to me, but she knew she had control.

Our first 15 or so sessions focused mainly on me servicing her orally, me "cleaning" the toys she used on herself with my mouth and me doing an "ending" either in a glass, on a surface or in a container. She was "saving" my semen. She was telling me all the while that she was going to make me her cum slut, that she was going to use my mouth any way she wanted, and that I would probably quit.

This where the actual session starts.

A typical session with her when she was alone with me would be. I would arrive. She always had something she wanted me to wear. She would lay back and have me service her orally for many orgasms. She also liked for me to lick her anally, so much so, she had a special chair made. She used toys on herself, both vaginally and anally, she made me "clean" every toy that she used. She would bring me to the edge of orgasm but NEVER let me cum, she was denying it. She had a "panty box" i had to clean, I can explain more later. She would bring out the semen she had saved, thawed it in hot water or a microwave. My semen is very watery, this bothered her. She enlisted several other guys to supply her with cum. I never met, saw or knew anything about them. There semen was distinctly different than mine. So much so, she made it a point to point it out, make me look at and see the differences. She would "mix" theres into mine and still point out which was which.
She would make me sit and watch her pour it into a glass, she would add spit to it, stir it, talk about it, point out texture, smell etc. She would pour it slowly from one glass to another. She used saliva freely, spitting into my mouth, on my genitals all during a session. She was trying to make it as visually disturbing to me as possible. She would pour some into my mouth, make me hold it, make me show it to her. I would have to slowly let it ooze from my mouth back into the glass where she would start all over again, adding spit, stirring etc.

She had several "favorite" ways she liked to make me do this. One was, she had a glass top dining room table, she would make me watch as she poured some on the glass top. she would add spit, she would talk about and separate certain chunks etc. Then she (and girlfriends if they were present) would get under the glass table, looking up through the glass and the liquid, and have me "clean" off the glass while they watched from below. She would point out certain stringy parts or chunks and say "lick up just that piece' Or she would make me sit at the edge of the table a few inches below it with my mouth open and used a credit card to slowly push the liquid or certain parts of it off the edge of the table and into my mouth, sometimes pieces left dangling for several seconds. Another was her "pedicure" she would pour hot cum on and through her toes and make me clean them off while she watched. It would go on and on till she tired of it. Some of the items I recall her or her friends using were, straw, spoon, eye droppers etc. She drank a lot during my visits, very much a party atmosphere. She would make me lay down on my back in front of a mirror and squat over my mouth. she used my mouth anyway she wanted to, she would pee in my mouth as she watched herself in the mirror.

She had several girlfriends, she would invite them and me over, I became the entertainment. I was made to service her girlfriends, clean their toys. They were told that my mouth was the only urinal in the house. She had a contest. 4-5 friends, I cant recall were all given several full condoms of semen. The contest was, to see who could come up with the most entertaining way to make me play with then consume my own cum. they all watched each others ideas and voted later. I was NEVER allowed to have an orgasm until the VERY END of a session. Generally it was "saved" for another time, but there were times when it was not and she would make me do things with it.

She did many other things to me but hard to put down in print. I feel a discussion would yield a lot more as far as what I remember than trying to put all down in print.

This was not enjoyable to me, and for 20+ years I have not really thought about it...But for some reason I now think of it constantly. It was not so much what she did, it was how she did it, and more importantly, how much I could tell she enjoyed it. I am seeking someone who will truly enjoy it as she did, enthusiasm is key I feel for this to be as reminiscent as possible.

I think my goal is to understand why she did this, why it was so enjoyable for her and to figure out why, after all these years this has come back into my thoughts.

Cruise

I am married and 48. I am nice looking, people say I look just like Pat Boone. I own a series of 3 businesses. I am married to a wonderful woman who unfortunately is romantically apathetic. I am looking for a relationship with someone who wants to see me and vice versa.

I do have one immediate issue. I was for a brief period of time in a relationship with a wonderful young woman. Unfortunately, she has decided to supplement her income in other ways. I recently booked a 10 day Hawaii cruise that I am hoping to find someone who would like to accompany me. It would be a very lonely cruise for one.

How can Pat Cruise get away from wifey for 10+ days on his Hawaiian cruise....hmmmm....he must have concocted a little lie that he won the Sales Rep of the Year award, but the trip is solo. Pat Cruise is a drug peddler aka pharmaceutical sales rep. So I have an excellent idea for him. He still gets to go to Hawaii, but Nicole and I go on the cruise, while he sleeps on beaches. So Cruise can go on an economy Hawaiian vacay.

Do we have a sales contest for him! Cruise will be selling Viagra tabs to tourists. $40 a pop sounds good. He'll have to wear all light blue, like everyone in those Viagra commercials. You know: light blue shorts, light blue flip-flops, a straw hat with a light blue bandana, he'll be a walking subliminal Viagra advertisement.

At first I was feeling generous and thinking we should let Cruise have a per diem, but now the more I think about it, I think, nawwww. He can wash up in the ocean with a bar of hotel soap. He can dumpster dive at the Jack-in-the-Box. Or beg for leftovers at luaus, maybe he'll have to suck some big Samoan dicks for shrimp peels while the hula girls laugh at him. Meanwhile Nicole and I are kicking it on our cruise, spending most of our time in the ship's casino or making old shriveled prunes pay to watch me and Nicole scissor-leg and clam-dig. Then we take the $$$ right back to the casino. Hopefully, we win there and our salesman back on the island sells all his little blue pills and makes us far richer than when we left Miami.

S L U T

Most of you have called or encountered the typical NF or RT Dominatrix: the Ice Princess, the emotionally distant, controlling, demeaning heartless bitch. Her vagina is not open for business and does not appear to be open for pleasure either. But, vive le difference. I am a slut and love cock. I fuck as much cock as I can get. But I am talking about cocks that meet my size and girth and desirability standards. Cocks that aren't attached to assholes. As 99.9% of you know, I throw the little ones back.

Most Dommes I talk to act shocked that I am proud to be a slut. Apparently, it isn't a Dominatrix-y image, to be sucking and fucking. Do all Dommes live on Mt. Olympus and give up cock for their art, to maintain their Goddess status? Please! One can be dominant and still be a slut. Why not fuck as much man-meat as possible and still dominate the little whiny wimps. Why not make lilliputians lust and lather for what they can't have, the dominant alpha female's hot twat.

______________________________________________________

And while we're on the subject of SLUTS....

I read a cool blog post about Janice Dickinson; apparently, she was quite a slut back in her younger days. I remember an interview where she said her best lover was Jon Lovitz, not only was he well-hung, but also ate good pussy. Hmmmmmm.... Subway, eat fresh! Pussy!

Hung like a hamster....

"...female mice exposed to the pheromones of dominant males generate new
brain cells. And those brain cells help them find other dominant males..."

http://www.canada.com/calgaryherald/story.html?id=6da9f754-06ca-49be-90e5-babd029d221a&k=28483 (copy & paste the URL into your browser)

Yes! There is another reason why I crave real men with big cocks. Pheromones. New brain cells. And I bet the inverse is true, betas probably shrink my brain cells. I get drunk on punishing my slaves, but it's ultimately bad for me. As for the betas being around superior females, my Niteflirt and real-time slave research has shown: hamster dicks start babbling, lose focus, get insecure, start wanking.... Their behavior is radically different than when alpha males are around alpha females....

Read the article and weep!

Ember's Report from Gayland

Poor Ember, some twinkletoes keeps emailing her how he always is 'thinking about her' and wishes she were here (where the twink is hanging out, he has a membership at a private swanky pool club), wants to send her flowers, invites her here there everygaywhere and she is like NO WAY, I DON'T LIKE GAY MEN. She even emailed this to him and he keeps emailing her back about her terrible rudeness and crudeness and that when she meets him she will see he is a "refined gentleman". The email correspondence is going nowhere, because Ember has NO intention of meeting the ultra-fehg. But he is obviously stuck on her. Scroll down for his pics. You can't miss the 'Eau de Gay'.

My other girlfriends and I get a special kick out of the photo where he crosses his legs like a girlie, I mean does he not have balls, or does he have balls the size of chick peas? Ember's fun little foray onto a dating site has yielded every flavor of fag imaginable and not one REAL MAN yet. Once Ember finds a real man, she won't have time to play online, but for now, we find all of Ember's reports from gayland amusing.

Slipping out for a few....



The toad keeps complaining that his weenis is slipping out of its' cage, so I found the solution! Apparently, this only applies to the CB2000 users as this slippage was corrected in the CB3000. Imagine the engineering behind that!

FIDdles

Short for 'Fags in Denial'. These fagboys just won't give in to their inner gay, although everyone can smell their outer gay. This fag wanted to have a vanilla relationship with moi! Vanilla isn't my flavor, 'n-i-l-l-a is how you spell b-o-r-i-n-g.... I think FIDdle needs piano lessons from a Dominatrix. A little whip action. He also claimed to be rich, but he's playing an upright piano, not a grand piano. A piano is like a car, girls can tell dick sizes from piano sizes, as well as read how much $ you don't have.

E M B E R
Teehee... Nicole sent me this pic of Ember when she was drunk and dancing at a party. Ember will probably make me take this pic down, so enjoy it while it's up!

The Fag from FUC

I am now assigning little fagboys into categories, along with illustrative photos. I feel like I'm doing a project for the National Geographic Channel. Here we observe the little Faggot Under Cover or FUC. A FUC needs to be exposed for the faggot that he truly is. He looks like a fag, acts like a fag, everyone thinks he's a fag, but him.
As for this first FUC? Ember, my dear blonde friend, needed some amusement and decided to put up a profile on a dating site to see what little fishies responded. She decided to fuck with any losers, wimps or fags who got in touch with her. I lamented to Ember, you should do NF, why do humiliation for free? But it's so much fun, she retorted. She passed along 2 photos to me via email, god, it was, yes it was, a FUC! Not only that, but he may also be a FIDdle (fag in denial). The other sad fact is that this FUC claims to be 41???? Hmmmmm, he must have hit the 4 instead of the 5 key.

The Fagtastic Five

One of my bloggies sent me this chillarious pic. As we know from the plethora of superhero 'n' comic book hero movies popped out by Hollywood, America 'lurvs' men in tights. Let's make that fags in tights. According to my bloggie, there are 'groups' or 'clubs' gay men can join to pursue their superhero fantasies. Video camera optional. Perhaps Spidey needed more white sticky stuff?

420 Betas


I am so tired of beta males who smoke the ganja. They are totally useless. Their motivation has left the building, along with Fat Elvis. When the 420's get a tiny hint of a chubber, they write me emails like:

Hello my names Derek Im a 21 year old college student at xxxxxU and I would love to be your bi bitch and spoil you anyway you like. Id love to learn more about you and what your looking for and do anything to just be your bitch. Ill be your cuck, slave, bitch or anything else you like. Im willing to do anything to prove I want to be your bitch. I live in Boca Raton and Im willing to do anything you ask. Can I please have a chance at being your bitch mistress?

When I say fine, I can use your cock (thinking that it can possibly be a new cocktoy for fatfuck to suck) I ask for the digits (measurement) and a face and dick photo. I get a myspace page addy and this photo:


The myspace page is devoted to the glorious 5 leafed herb, and all the friends who post messages there, are all herbally inclined. Now when I asked for a cock pic, did he think that meant the snake-as-phallic-symbol? Of course, it must all seem 'chillarious' as I'm sure he has shared my email correspondence with his 'buds'. I've written back a few terse emails, when a friend redirected and suggested I try to titillate him, get him back in that mode, and well, still no response. I'm sure he's in cannabis bliss right now, and can't be bothered to climb out of the rabbit hole.

And this isn't the only smokin' pope who has crossed my path (a la a black cat) this past week. I tried to upgrade Jewfro boy, and make him some more 'cheese', but he wigged on me. Any push to get him to do more than he already is, by showing up at hotel fatfuck to get his kosher meat sucked and his overload alarm goes off. He spends his days off huffing the hookah, and even the allure of more 'cheese' and more cock isn't enough to get him off the sofa.

Adios 420 betas, it's been real. Real defining.

Mr. $uper$exy!!!!

Hey I'm not rich, but am financially independent. I make over $100,000 a year, sometimes up to $200,000. I'm looking for a live-in girlfriend who would dress sexy all the time. Be willing to hold some type of job to make your own "mad" money and feel like you're contributing. You should want to spend most of your time with me. I prefer you be submissive.

Ewwww I mean spewwww. Does this dude live in a trailer? I mean check the carpeting, the paneling. I don't think a vacuum cleaner has ever visited his trailer, let alone a girl. And I bet if he even gets a girl to move in with him, he will just put that poor submissive girl to work and take her paycheck and cash it at AAA Check Cashing to buy weed. She will get to sleep on that cheap, icky sofa. Creepy, he has saved every old computer mouse he has ever owned and keeps them for what, mouse emergencies? And did Granny give him her braided rug to put under the coffee table? Hmmm I think he must've moved the bong before the pic was taken. How does this guy make over $100,000 a year with ancient computer gear? In his dreams? Or does he stash it in grocery bags and throw it in the shed behind the trailer? Scary, scary....

Stinkbob Speaks!!!!

or rather emails....

Sarah I looked for you last night but you weren't on so I sent you a $2.00 tribute because I jerked off to your pictures. Bob

Ewwww the thought of it ewwww spewwww. Stinkbob must be punished now, not for wacking to my pics, but for misspelling my name. Last time I checked, I wasn't Jewish or biblically inclined, thus don't wear the 'h'.

And if you don't know what all the fury is in this post, please click on the label 'Stinkbob' below this post and you will see something scarier than Freddie, The Hills Have Eyes inbreds, Pinhead, Larry King et al....

WOM WAM!

womwam

The new site I am addicted to, you must check it! Totally subversive and fun. The site looks at pop media (tv, films, B movies) in the 50's and 60's and finds many fetishes and Femdomme prevailing themes. Where have they gone?

thx to my friend Sam for showing me the site!

Priceline Negotiator

New slave applicant who I sometimes referred to as Nuts, because he thought he liked having his nuts kicked, has disappeared back into the netherlands of West Palm Beach. I played phone tag with him for awhile after the dinner debacle, but he's got this one-track-mind and now only wants to negotiate licking the starfish and other fetishized body worship of moi. I don't trust him. There's something about him which unnerves me. My antennae vibrate 'alert, alert' when I'm around him. I don't have such alerts when I'm with fatfuck or the toad. Nicole thinks he might try to force sex on me. And since I'm 105 on a good day, to his 180-ish, even in a hotel room, it would be dicey. My sister suggested that I hire Ari (Arion) or another of my service males as a bodyguard and make Nuts pay for this. So I've left him yet another message to call, that I might have a way to work this out. We'll see if he's willing to pay for a 'package deal' at my price, of course.

Shrink Shrank Shrunk

One of my friends pointed out that I had used a picture from a 50's classic film "The Incredible Shrinking Man" in my PMS post. And also told me it was perfect to use on my blog since that film would have to be one of the classic beta loser wimp films of all time. The man shrinks to smaller than a speck, to molecular level, due to a combination of radiation and insecticide poisoning. Even his wife sees him shrink down, he becomes useless to her, in essence, she cucks him. She is, of course, a hot blonde. He has to live in a doll house, how humiliating!

Yes-sir Assfat

This month's Biggest Loser goes to........drumroll.......the person who took this picture! I mean, dude, you are as pathetic as the person who took Stinkbob's picture! OK maybe a little less pathetic that the person who took Stinkbob's picture. This picture and pathetic-ness was submitted by newly nicknamed Yes-sir Assfat who was trying to compete for July's Biggest Loser, but he is such a loser, he couldn't even get his picture and paragraph of shame submitted in time. So now he is August's Biggest Loser. And you may want to ask, in addition to this vision of loveliness, why is he the Biggest Loser this month?

Dear Sara, can I be July's biggest loser. I don't call you very much. I only call when I'm drunk. Bad habit to call phone sex when I'm drunk. Drunk dialing can be expensive. Sometimes I call your recordings. I feel how powerful you are.

I like to wear thongs. They stretch to fit. It's harder for me to wear panties. It makes my little peewee hard. When I'm not drunk. When I'm drunk I get horny, but then my peewee turns into a clit.

The only girls I can get are fat girls. Fat girls at the bar. But I can't really sex them because my little peewee can't get thru all the fat. So I use toys on them and my tongue. I don't know if I'll ever get to have sex again.

Yes-sir is also the biggest loser of the month because his thong label is turned out! And he's wear Timberlands with a thong? That is such a fashion no-no.

PMS

My potential new slave and I had a little tiff at dinner on Thursday. As you readers may remember, he claims to like CBT. We were out to dinner together and just to remind him of who wears the heels, I went to kick him under the table with a pretty spiky one. And he admonished me in a paternal tone: "Don't do that again." Maybe it was PMS, or maybe I'd just had enough of dealing with his bullshit, but I told him I lost my appetite, stood up and put out my hand and asked for "cab fare". At first he looked at me and said "You drove here." And I said, "I need cab fare, I'm leaving." I think he got my gist, when I leaned over and said, "I can say it louder." He handed over $200. While I'm driving back, he is ringing my cel, but I shut it off. He didn't leave a message. He tries to top from the bottom, I've found this to be a beta male trait, especially on Niteflirt. It's harder to deal with in 3D. But I dealt. On Saturday afternoon, he left me a message to call him, but if he wants to see me again, he's going to have to do better than that.

This little piggy cried weeweewee all the way home....

This little slave piggy doesn't make the cut. Correspondence from my search for a new RT slave.

i really liked ur ad and feel it was written for me. i stopped dating years ago b/c somehow i always turned into a servant. every girl i dated would have me pay for dinners and clothes, and not want to have sex with me. eventually i got used to it and now that's all i enjoy. you look like the kind of girl i'd enjoy pampering from time to time. could i meet you at your nail salon and pay for your nail appointments?

before I agree to meet, and we would meet at a safe public place of my choice, I would need a pic or two of you, and to know more about your willingness to serve, especially financial commitment you would be willing to make. I only have so much time to devote to my devotees and I want to make sure my pets are not financial weaklings. then at some point, yes, you could show up and pay for my nails, or whatever else I choose as far as body pampering....

thanks for your reply. here is my pic. i know u don't want to waste ur time with "financial wimps." i used to spend lots and girls would let me worship their feet. but now i'm broke and can only handle paying for things like your nail appts. at salon. but i'll behave if you give me a chance. can i please serve you?

while I'm glad you've gone broke serving women, I'm looking for men with means, anything less is a waste of my time


So apropos that there is a trash can in the background of the pic....

Mr. Sungla$$e$

I'm looking for rich slaves, wimps, losers & cucks. So when I get emails like this:

I'm a 42 year old business owner of an xxxxxx company in xxxx xxxxxx Calif and I make over one million a year. Generous, clean cut, fun personality. I am looking for someone who can help me escape for a while from my busy day to day life. I had a situation that was great but she went back to college in Chicago. Our relationship would include get togethers a few times a month and opportunities to travel with me on business trips. I need someone who is cute and fun, but spontaneous and sexual behind closed doors. You need to be able to get dressed up and go to a 5 star or dress down and go to Coyote Ugly in Vegas with me.

If we click I would like an occasional travel companion during my trips to San Fran, Vegas, Chicago, New York, Seattle or Florida. My first gesture to you will be your own house/apartment....OR a car. All I expect in return is respect and honesty. Is that too much to ask for? Get back to me!

The icing on his puke cake is the photo, yes, the photo above is 'his photo' on his listing. Now if that picture isn't from an ad for sunglasses or a stock photo that he lifted. Cuz there is no way that is a 42 year old dude. And if you make a million a year, why isn't your account upgraded so I can email you back? Basically, I would have to pay $19.95 a month to email back cheap losers like this, who won't break out their credit card. Or rip to shreds a dickwad who didn't even take time to read my ad, but probably did a geo search then a cut & paste email to all girls in that area. So I wonder what Mr. Sunglasses really looks like and really makes a year! Hmmmm....

Nuts and Balls

I haven't really come up with an appropriate nickname for this potential new slave. I've been calling him Nuts because he likes to have his nutsack kicked. Hard. But after the first session, he went incommunicado for almost 10 days, because I'd kicked them, well, a little too hard apparently. And he still isn't ready, after 2 weeks, to have them punished again. Pussyboy! He has even been telling his golfing buddies that he has a groin pull from working out at the gym, as to why he can't play golf. I'm supposed to have dinner with him tomorrow and plan to wear some spiky heels into which I'll impale his balls at the table. Hard. Just to show him who's in charge.

The Gold Rush

Toad is in fade mode, I think his sister is keeping her claws in and is poisoning him about my golddigger ways. But the pot shouldn't call the kettle black, as my Irish grandmother used to say. I admit, I'm in it for the $. Maybe I should just go around wearing the golddigger hottie uniform:



Sooooo, I'm on the hunt for new RT slaves down here.

Slim pickings, every dude wants to sex me up.

A plastic surgeon (not another one!) writes:

I like bi girlzzzz who like to party, do you like to party, send a pic of you and your girlfriend together, I am very generous, you can do your girlfriend then I will join in, don't worry I will wear a condom, you need to be appreciative.

(hmmm does appreciative mean we will let him fuck us in the ass???)

Sorry we'll pass.

A strange one from Central America:

(misspellings left in for your reading displeasure)

I am a helicopeter pilot in the XXXXXX military. Looking for pretty girl of my dreams, long bruwn hair, 24 is oldest, you can travel arround? I will pay. I will pay $1000 - $3000 a month US dollar for fun an enjoy the good thing of life.



(hmmmm how can a 'helicopeter' pilot from country XXXXXX afford this? sniff sniff, oh yes, that's the answer!)



So gangsta with his hand inside his windbreaker, what is he packing? His cel phone?

Spurtnik

Biggest Loser of the Month!

This scanned pic is old, granted. The loser even admitted it dates back to the Mesolithic age of computers, mid-80's. He was young, and well, what a stud! The hair, the 'stache, the glasses, the edgy pose with the cigarette. His rig, check it, his rig was impressive, what is that an old 286? When that photo was taken, most likely in his paneled basement, make that his Mom's paneled basement, it was state-of-the-art, hard to imagine!

I guess he doesn't want us to see the fatter, middle-aged version of himself, or the new rig he uses to surf for porn, or give away the secret that he may still be living at home, and jerkin' it to his flatscreen monitor, in Mom's paneled basement.

COMBINED PENIS SIZE LESS THAN 7"

So apropos that they had their picture taken in front of a dumpster....

Calling All Losers!

Where are the losers when you need them the most?

You might have noticed I haven't posted a July loser yet. That is because I have not received a photo and loser confession loserly enough to post. Pathetic! Are all you losers on vacation? Do I have to resort to re-posting the Stinkbob photo and an update on the celebrity loser I have created? A few of my NF fans have asked me to set up a Stinkbob t-shirt on cafepress.com and they will buy it! Another wants me to set up a Stinkbob Fan Club and feature Stinkbob merch 4sale. Vom!!!

So. Losers. That. Means. You.

Send me your loser photos and confessions. I need to pick me a winner hehe.

Fishy

I punished both fatfuck and newslave yesterday afternoon. It was quite lucrative and I paid next month's rent plus paid off my Discover card balance. However, I'm not sure if newslave will become a regular. There's a chasm between what he really wants and what I'm willing to give him, until he earns the privilege of being granted access to one of the most sacred parts of my temple, my tiny little pink pucker. For now, I am comfortable with punishing his privates. So, I punished his cock and balls via ballkicking, trampling and CBT using various implements from around my apartment including my toilet brush. Result 'apres' CBT? He was looking a little green about the gills and wasn't even able to crawl to dinner as he'd promised he would take me out afterward. I threw the champagne bucket of ice at him. He said, HEY! I said, party pooper. He said, it was just a little more intense than I thought. Then he asked if I'd given any more thought as to when he can give me a massage and lick my ass and I said, NO. But you can pay to watch someone else lick my ass. Apparently not the answer or scenario he was looking for. Fuck him. I can find another fish or two to fry....

Hop on it toad!!!

Toad is in the market to buy 3 condos as soon as he sells his sandlot. We're not talking condos in the mega-mega price range, but condos which have tumbled from the 400's to the 300's or the 300's to the 200's. He is looking to assume mortgages and install renters. Memememe!!! I can rent one if he gives me a very reasonable rent. I want an ocean vu!! Well I can dream can't I....

"In housing markets across the country, the reassuring refrain goes a little something like this: At least it's not as bad as Miami. Nowhere has the real estate slowdown hit as hard as it has here. At the height of the boom, speculators gorged on condos, lining up for lotteries and flipping paper units. Then, in 2005, the market turned, and the buyers vanished.

But now the vultures are circling - almost literally.

Peter Zalewski's year-old firm, Condo Vultures, tracks units that stall on the market for more than 100 days and shed at least 10 percent or $100,000 in price. His database now lists more than 1,400 condos.

Zalewski recently let Fortune tag along as he sized up a vacant two-bedroom penthouse in a 35-story tower overlooking Biscayne Bay. With $10,000 in monthly costs, the seller - an investor who failed to flip - has already cut his price from $1.2 million to $849,000. Besides the hefty discount, the unit has one of Zalewski's favorite features: an unfinished concrete floor. "It tells you the seller is desperate," he says.

Desperation hangs in the air here - and analysts say today's market is only a prelude to a bigger glut. Nearly 8,000 units are on the way this year, with another 12,000 coming in 2008, says Jack McCabe of McCabe Research& Consulting in Deerfield Beach, Fla.

Bob Zimmel, a 55-year-old health-care exec in Bethlehem, Pa., and a Condo Vultures client, is one buyer who is willing to wait. "I think the market's still going to settle out in the next 18 months," he says. If you can't wait that long, consider leasing in the meantime. The owners of a similar empty penthouse in the Biscayne Bay tower are looking to rent - so badly that they've dropped their monthly price from $4,500 to $2,800."

Stud Baker

I giggle at the variations on the Nigerian scam emails. This one from South Africa, I would assume by the contact email addy. But who would believe 'Stud Baker', I mean not even a porn star would use the name, gay or straight!


--- JOHN KALABI wrote:

> Date: Wed, 4 July 2007 17:09:14 +0100
> From: JOHN KALABI
> Subject: FROM JOHN AND SARAH KALABI
>
>
>
> PLEASE I want to crave your indulgence in reading
> through this mail to
> understand my predicament. My name is John Kalabi
> and my younger sister is Sarah
> Kalabi from Sierra Leone , who is currently residing
> here in Accra-Ghana. All
> hope of having a better future was shattered by the
> war in Sierra Leone , I and
> my sister being the only surviving family of a gold
> merchant in Sierra Leone
> will were left with no alternative than to flee to
> Ghana . Please I am
> contacting you to assist me and my sister to
> retrieve and receive our
> consignment over there in American that contains
> 15million United States dollars
> and some quantity of gold and Diamond, which I
> cannot specify. The consignment
> is presently in American. The consignments get to
> the state through the help of
> Dr Clinton komelo. The fact is that Dr Clinton
> Komelo is supposed to have
> delivered the consignment to a man called Mr. STUD
> BAKER in American. The week
> Dr Clinton Komelo is suppose to deliver the
> consignment to him, when he got to
> American after clearing the consignment from the
> Airport, he call Mr. Stud Baker
> to tell him the description to is house for the
> delivery, but is wife answered
> the call and told Dr Clinton Komelo that her husband
> Mr. Stud Baker had a fatal
> car accident which lead to his death some few hours
> later. Mr. Stud Baker has
> already paid the demurrages from the security
> company, he paid for the Bullion van
> that took the consignment to the airport and he paid
> for custom check report he
> also assisted us in getting the DRUG / ANTI
> TERRIORIST CERTIFICATE, which is so
> expensive that he spent 25 thousand united state
> dollars to acquire it, but
> unfortunately he died in a car accident, that was
> why Dr Clinton Komelo has to
> deposit the consignment with a warehouse over there
> in American and called us to
> informed us about what is happening, and told us to
> look for a new beneficiary
> to received the consignment. So please I will like
> you to assist I and my sister
> to received the consignment from the diplomat in
> American.
>
> I await your urgent response.
>
> Thanks and God bless you
>
> John & Sarah Kalabi.
>
> Note:Please kindly reach me and my younger sister
> sara kalabi with this email
> address for further details:johnkalabi@webmail.co.za

Starfish Hunting

I am in the throes of reeling in a new RT slave. No nickname for him yet, but as soon as I do, he will join the infamous toad and fatfuck. So far I've done dinner twice with newslave and plan to punish him next week after I do fatfuck. A Wednesday matinee double feature. Unlike my other slaves, this slave is quasi-cute, and someone who I don't feel so uncool to be seen with. His thing is CBT which I told him my experience has been trampling, ball-kicking and other painful ministrations I inflict on fatfuck. Gods of Miami, I truly want to give up the grab-ass cocktailing and exploit my bevy of slaves. Plus I am getting the funny feeling that toad is nearing his expiration date. Though perhaps he just wants to go back to wacking off to pics of his sister in a bikini.

Newslave also wants to lick my ass and puss-puss. But I must keep stringing him along on this as I've been advised that the fantasy, the power of the fantasy of doing this will be greater than actually doing it. Once he licks my ass a few times, not that my ass isn't fine, sweet, and ultra-lickable, but once the hunt is over, he will get bored and move onto the next little puckered starfish.

Should I or shouldn't I....

A friend came up with some evil ideas as to what I should do to the toad. Email me with yays or nays!

Sara - here are some new ideas.

I think you need to have a serious conversation with the Toad. Tell him that his coming up with the additional $7K to fully cover your tuition is a serious commitment on his part and you want to ensure that he is properly rewarded. Tell him that you have decided that if he comes through that you will allow him a sex act with you that he never dreamed would be allowed. Yes he can put "his" cock in your pussy and fuck you until you have an orgasm. After that you will give him your pussy and with your permission, he can fuck it as much as he wants. A dream come true for a little toad. I can't recall what the big event is that will lead to the availability for the next $7K but continue to play this up until then. Toad, I'll bet you can't stop thinking about actually putting your cock in my pussy.
Meanwhile borrow his credit card and order three items.

#1 A face dildo harness that allows a dildo to be inserted and strapped to a persons head, jutting out from approximately the area of the mouth.
#2 Pick what you consider to be the perfect dildo that you would like to be used on you, preferably one that also vibrates and will fit the harness in #1.
These first two are very common and easy to find.
#3 Is an artificial pussy. I've seen them before and they look like a round cylinder, sort of the shape of a thermos only larger in diameter. The outside is solid plastic and the inside has folds of soft plastic. Basically you lube up and fuck the thing like a real pussy. It has a "tightness" control and a vibrator control.

[I have to do a side bar - since you are probably thinking how could I be so pathetic to have such a thing as #3. While I did have one and have tried it. It is an interesting story of how it came into my possession. My brother and I bought a house together. I moved out to live with my girlfriend at the time and he got a roommate. A guy named Tim. Tim had credit problems and had actually served time in prison for credit related fraud, but this was unbeknownst to us at the time. He was the perfect tenant while my brother was around. Then my brother had extended work-related travel and left the until now perfect tenant Tim in place. What we did not know is that Tim had been working to steal my brother's identity. What we found out later is that the guy had a crack problem which he somehow kept under control. As soon as my brother left he reverted to bad habits of the past, used up all my brother's credit to go on a huge crack binge. So after no rent for several months and lots of phone calls, I take my 2 German Shephards and go to the house. Tim hasn't been seen in weeks. The house is full of about 6 crackhead types. Apparently when in prison Tim had acquired a taste for getting fucked in the ass. Two of the girls there were semi prostitutues who basically were hanging around, topping Tim and fucking him in the ass 3-4 times a day in return for a steady supply of crack he financed though my brother's credit. Well I used the dogs and chased them all out of there. Over the next few weeks all kinds of kinky sex toys came in the mail, not to mention quite a collection of dildos and strap on equipment. One day the fake pussy showed up also ordered by Tim in my brother's name. I've always thought this toy had some promise for Dom/sub play sort of like humiliating a guy by making him fuck a love doll.]

So back to Toad. On the big night you have Toad over, the $7K check in hand. He should still be in his CB3000 or whatever you are using. Nicely wrapped is a gift you have for him. You talk up about how he is finally going to get to fuck your with "his cock". I would cuff his hands behind his back and put him on his knees before you. If he protests you make it clear that while you might let his cock in your pussy you aren't giving up all control.

You give him the gift and have to open it for him. Of course it is the dildo and the harness. She Toad you now own a cock that is worthy of fucking me. You didn't really think I'd let that joke down below in me did you? That little cocktail weenie?

Now that you own this beautiful cock I've just given you, it is time for your reward, lets see if you can fuck me. Of course you put it on him and he gets a big treat of fucking you with that cock. I've done this several times and it really is a lot of fun (one girl played with her clit while I fucked her - her hips came about three feet off the bed she came so hard, quite a hot time!!) so while he will be crestfallen if he really believed you would actually allow his real cock to fuck you, it actually is a treat and fun to fuck a girl with one of these. It may take him awhile to really get the hang of it so be sure to humilate him, slap his face hard as you figure out how you best want him to use that thing on you. For $7K, that's quite a bit of devotion, I think you ought to cum for him. When you've had your pleasure you can of course thank him so much for fucking you with "his" big beautiful cock. Make it seem like this is the natural order of things, which it is for him.

Well then didn't you promise him he would get to fuck "your" pussy. Remind him of that. Unlock his chastity belt but keep his wrists cuffed. Somewhere in the room there should be one more present all wrapped up. Have him crawl over on his knees and pick it up by the ribbon with your teeth. "Oh Toad you shouldn't have, a gift for me?"

Of course inside is the artificial pussy. Isn't he a lucky Toad to get to fuck it? Since he gave it to you it is indeed "your pussy". I suggest the following. He damn well better have an erection. Sit back in a comfortable carm hair or couch. Position the fake pussy between the tops of your caves with the back pushing against the chair and you can angle it to meet the height of his dick and for you lean back to watch. For him he can come forward on his knees. Drip lots of lube on his cock and on the fake pussy. Have him stay vertical and allow him to walk his cock into that pussy and start fucking it. Of course if he leans forward slap his face and making him stay vertical. This is a great position since you can verbal abuse and slap his face while he finally gets to fuck "your pussy". Be very impatient and demanding, threaten to stop it and lock it back up if he doesn't come quickly etc.
After he comes have him lay on the floor below you. Take the fake pussy and have him lick up and swallow any of the mess he made in it. After all he does need to get used to the taste of cum doesn't he....

Tweeners....

Between alpha and beta males, there exists a limbo, an area where I indulge my sex needs, with service males. Service males may become alpha males, but are too young to flex the alpha muscles yet. Service males have big cocks, but just aren't alpha enough to garner that rare crown. Often, because they have big cocks, and service alot of pussies, they think they are king-shit alpha, but having a big cock isn't enough. Fucking a big service male's cock is really a sex toy experience for me, I'm just using his cock for my needs. I keep a few service males in rotation and then when the mood strikes, and I see someone hot I want to fuck (as long as he passes my cut-off for size), I fuck 'n' chuck. I usually like these fucks to be out-of-towners who aren't going to pester me with future booty calls. Am I a slut? Yes. And I love it.

And an email comment from a friend:

Somebody can be a service male indefinitely if all they ever learn to do is fuck. Someone could think they were a king-shit alpha if they just fucked hot women for years, while accomplishing nothing significant in their lives, and never really pleasing a woman outside of bed.

JUNE'S BIGGEST LOSER OF THE MONTH

You had thought I had forgotten the June Loser? Still, this nerd is no competition for the fierce Stinkbob. SerfNerd reports that hasn't had a girlfriend in a while, not even a girl nerd. He spends all of his free time playing video games, living in secondlife.com (he wouldn't show me his avatar, although I'm sure it's manly, unlike the nerd) and of course he surfs online for porn. I can't even turn him totally gay right now because no sane or sober man would let SerfNerd suck his dick with that tangle of orthodontia.

Penis Size?

I'm guessing barely 4". Here is an email from our underhung wimpty:

"Hey let me know if that works for you, because you know, just as well as I do, that there is a way bigger demand for dominate males, its easy for women to find a wussy, to kiss there ass.

So let me know if there is any kind of money at all running your Dominate - sub. program, because,if so.. I can get rice just running the same kind of listing, just being my self, and get rich doing it..

Good luck and let me know how it works for you...


PS. I forgot something, is it really that hard to find a dominate male... you got to run a listing pretending to want a sub. so you can trick men... so Really can, find a dominate man....come on..NOT cum on... all though.. that's what you really want..."

My Domme / submissive 'program' is doing just fine....But I'd like to see you put up a Dom male listing on Niteflirt and get 'rice' or rich for that matter. Dream on fagtoy. Get back to hand waxing your penis car.

P.S. Learn how to spell! Dominant males can spell dominant correctly

The Whore-path


I have asked my sister to write a few things for my blog when she has time, but she's always so busy, and unlike me, she hates to write. Since she reads my blog, this post is for her....

I was mentioning to a friend how I could have gone down a different path in life, one that my sister started on when she was in nursing school. After my mom divorced our dad and then our step-dad, life was not easy for us. My sister got a nursing school free ride (due to the nursing shortage). She was tired of being poor, and she was graced with being pretty and manipulative. My sister saw a way to make money, have nice clothes, jewelry, nice apartment, nice car and that was to sell access to her body for money.

In Miami area, there isn't a shortage of men willing to pay to fuck pretty young things, to make private arrangements. My sister attracted two sugar daddies and it was obvious to my mother what she was doing. My mother was distressed, would cry about it, I know how she got that BMW, didn't want my Nana to see any evidence of my sister's new lifestyle, because she claimed Nana would have a heart attack if she did. But right about this time, my sister was working in fatfuck's office part-time for the summer. Fatfuck loved to yell and exert a dictatorial control over his office staff. One time fatfuck called the office and began yelling at my sister on the phone and my sister yelled back. She didn't care if she got fired, she was only doing the job for her resume, it wasn't her source of income. Fatfuck changed his tune with her and even told her he liked how she yelled at him. She said he dropped some other hints, and they went out for drinks and then he got a hotel room, where she yelled at him, spanked him, kicked his balls and other assorted kinkiness for $$$. It was shortly thereafter, she dropped the sugar daddies and began domming fatfuck on a regular basis.

She told my mother she had given up X and Y (both married I might add) so my mother was quite relieved, but wasn't sure how my sister was going to keep up her high rent, her beemer lease etc., when she explained to my mother she now had a slave. (And she had another slave too, for a while.) This was an alien concept to my mother, and it still is. My mother can't understand how men will pay for such services. My mother is amused by the loser toad, but she still can't believe the seven thousand dollar bump-up that toad put toward my tuition. And that we haven't had sex! Well not the traditional sex at least, although I've told toad that letting him masturbate in the same room as me, is sex ;-)

So I want to thank you, my sister, for going down the whore-path so I didn't have to, for giving me a 'starter' slave, for being a bossy bitch, so I could learn that it is better to be a bitch. You get more. And more is better than less.

Rich Lil Dick

Rich Lil Dick, as I will call him lives, in Vegas, loves my blog and bitchy 'cattitude'. Wants to fly me and Jesse out there for a weekend of cuckoldry and cocksuckery. Rich Lil Dick is actually cute enough to date, but so underhung, you'd have to break out the tweezers to look for the splinter. I lured in the Lil Dick from a hot website I found where girls can troll for rich fools. Fuck Craigslist. I think Jesse was the selling point, he asked for more pics of Jesse, prolly jacking to them as I write this. But that's ok, because little cucks should be gay and gayer! The only problem is trying to squeeze such a weekend into everyone's schedule, especially Jesse's. And then my sister and Nicole both reminded me about if Jesse and I are out in Vegas burdened with a bunch of cash, we might park our asses in a casino and lose it all. So we are going to propose to Rich Lil Dick that he cum to Miami to be cucked and gayed. We can give him the whole 'circus' here. Jesse can't believe that guys will pay that kind of money to play. But I reminded him what fatfuck pays every other week and what toad just ante'd up for my tuition.

Lucky Number 7

A check for 7 large went toward my tuition for next semester courtesy of the toad. Toad sold one of his investments properties and bestowed this upon me. I was a bundle of nerves earlier in the week, not eating, not knowing if toad would come thru on his promise or if he would disappear into his toad hole, never to be seen again. I began the hunt for my 3rd stooge, worrying if I lost the toad, what I would do financially.

As a reward for the little toad, I told him I'd have a surprise for him. I think he had no idea what this might be: swapping saliva, dry humping, seeing my breasts, cuntlapping? I think the toad brain began to fritz in anticipation. The reward? I dildo'd myself in front of him, to screaming orgasm. I integrated some gay training into this dildo show, by making toad pick a cock pic for me to thrust by, and he did pick a huge cock pic to which I announced, oh yummy, I'm getting wet now, before I slid in my 8" fatboy.

I thought the little toad would faint, but somehow he managed to stay seated on the little chair I made him perch upon. When I was dil-done, I refused an unlocking, telling him my uber-hummer had exhausted me, wiped me out, now we needed to go out and get me something to eat. I promised the toad an unlocking the next nite.

I worked at the club on Friday nite and had toad pay a little visit to fetch my car keys and his dickie cage key. First he had to fuel up my car, and clean it out. I usually leave a pair of scented panties somewhere for the toad to find and sniff. Did I mention that he also had to jerk to a gay men's magazine I made him pick up and do the deed in his car? But I don't think his auto-eroticism (pun intended) was successful, although he claimed it was. I've come to know the toad, and I believe he was lying. But Nicole also pointed out later, a potential flaw with my plan, he could have jerked off in my car! Ewwwww. I should have only given him my car keys first, then had him return those before collecting his dick-key.

Toad also requested an additional unlocking on Saturday after cleaning my apartment, so I knew and confronted him that he had lied, and he finally admitted it was true, but didn't want to be punished. How much can a dominant bitch let slide re: a wimp slave's transgressions? He had just essentially given me seven thousand dollars. I pondered, should I let it go, but warn him of the consequences next time? Or should I keep it locked for a long period as punishment and to exert my control. Or should I unlock it and yell at him, what's the point toad if you won't be honest? I chose the latter, and made him beg for it to be locked up again. Slaves do crave their confinement, it becomes a little plastic web of security, of attachment to their Mistress. So the toad is safely locked again, and even hornier, and looking to do anything to get back in my good graces.