XXXmas Update!

fatfuck

Everyone has been asking what's going on with all of our slaves, especially re: XXXmas. Since Chanukah is over, ff can get back on his schedule in serving me! He has promised to make up for his nearly 2 week absence due to family and other holiday responsibilities. And let me tell you how he's going to make it up to me! With $$$$. That fat fucker. He better take me shopping or hand over the cash. And he will be sucking Adam's big fat cock too. Yes, the only sex fatfuck has now is cocksucking. He hasn't had sex with Mrs. fatfuck in years.

nuts

Nuts better go nuts over me for XXXmas or his chestnuts will be roasted over an open fire. I have a ballkicking and CBT date set up for this Wednesday afternoon. But shopping cums first, because he's too debilitated after our intense sessions to do anything but curl up and cry. What shall I make him buy me? Why more high heels to impale him with of course!

slave idiot

Nicole's slave idiot is truly pathetic. Nicole made him get her a new sofa for her condo because her dumb cat Bubbles scratched her old one. The new sofa was really expensive. She was worried he'd cancel the charge before it got delivered, but it showed up haha. But what thanks did idiot get for buying Nicole a sexy sofa for her to get fucked on by real men? Well he had to lick the tires of his car, I'm not talking the wheels or the sides, I'm talking the treads! Then she got in his car with him and made him do his usually "sock pussy" where he jerks off into a dirty sock. And he gets to sniff her "pussy" which means she cleans out her hairbrush and he gets to sniff her natural blonde hair. Of course he pays for all of this "pussy" action. I'm sure this is the closest to real pussy slave idiot has gotten in years.

Also, Nicole dropped her precious iphone in the toilet. Do they have an app for an iphone to float or tread water? Idiot had originally bought her iphone and she was going to make him buy her another. Luckily for idiot, he had put some kind of insurance plan on her phone because he must have had slave ESP that Nicole would eventually drop it and ruin it. Slave idiot probably saved a few hundred bucks. I imagine it was cheaper to insure than buy her a new one. So she got her replacement iphone courtesy of idiot too. She promised to call idiot when she's getting fucked on her new sofa so he can hear the hot fucking and be totally cuckolded. What a cuckold loser! But a cuckold loser with money!

slave kweer

Nicole's slave kweer has disappeared. oh well, they cum and they go, right?

ash slave

Nicki's slave (not to be confused with Nicole) ash slave is totally comatose 99% of the time. The guy is a raging alkie and probably starts his morning with vodka in fresh-squeezed orange juice or rather orange juice in his vodka. He is almost twice Nicki's age and loves Nicki and calls her his "Goddess". And he does spoil his Goddess too by shopping for her every week. The stupid slave has a lame scarf fetish. Too bad he doesn't have a more useful fetish like high heels or something Nicki could really use. I told her she better not be giving me a useless scarf for XXXmas even though he buys super expensive ones. Well if the scarf came with a receipt, I'd return it and get something I wanted, so maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea....

Ember's Loser Dating Service

Ember is making more $ now than she did when she had a job. She looks for the biggest losers on dating sites and offers to date them, for a price. Of course she looks for spendy ones. And they don't mind spending money on a date, it's like all factored in, right(?) to pay for a girl to even show up, a pretty girl, one who will listen to their pathetic life story and pretend to care. Ember still has Loser Lee on the hook, and a few more losers who keep her busy with dinner and movie dates and now XXXmas shopping dates! Ember says they love to see her trying on stuff and picking out stuff, it probably makes them pop a little boner to be seen in public with a (potentially) real girlfriend! Damn that Ember, she stole my Faux Dating Service and turned it into a Loser Dating Service and is raking in the dough-dough.

So now I think I have everyone caught up on all of our slaves and losers. Tis the season to be naughty or spendy!

Part 1: CoCo got CoCold

Part 2: Dungeons on Wheels?

Part 1: Nicole abandoned the idea of becoming CoCo after most of her BFF's, stripper-a-go-go friends and random peeps told her that becumming CoCo should be a no no. Besides, there was no way she could live up to the siliCoCone breast-o-sauruses and butt-zooka that CoCo Austin bought with Ice-T's stack of green cheese (cash).

Various suggestions were offered: Nicoley, CoColey and NiCoCo. Butt (haha, typo), in the end (pun) she decided to remain Nicole a.k.a Coley, a nickname she has had for many years and most likely for many more years to cum.

Part 2: Now as for Coley's slave update, slave idiot is in hiding, bawling over or jacking off to his Amex Card statement after taking Nicole out on the latest shopping and ballkicking spree. slave kweer has been obediently sucking dick, if his wife only knew he was a faggot cocksucking whore for Nicole, and paid Nicole for the privilege of sucking cock for her! slave kweer also has a tiny penis which Nicole advised he could only jerk off with tweezers. she also makes him suck the gear shift of his car, while he wanks to Nicole's verbal small penis humiliation. Nicole also threatens to sizzle his little penis with the cigarette lighter. Now that's some Automotive BDSM!

Actually, I have been planning but haven't gotten @ to composing a blog post or free BDSM story on either my main blog or Red Car? Small Penis! about Automotive Domination and BDSM. It seems that Nicole's slaves idiot and kweer and the slaves who call me are totally into doing nasty stuff in their cars or having nasty stuff done to them in their cars. BDSM dungeons on wheels!

The Return of the Moron a.k.a Humpty the Bobble-headed Moron

of course the moron has returned for more abuse from its owner, it could not stay away from the Empress as it was flitting around but found no equal on Niteflirt or elsewhere to humiliate and dissolve itself into complete bobble-headed mindlessness, nothingness....


Empress, I beg you to tell me what to think, what to feel, to fill my mind with whatever you want it to contain. And I know you are right, that I will reach new depths of depravity in my groveling, begging, and debasing of myself before you.

I've been and your creation of the mindless, tormented slave pig you want me to become. And I will become what you want me to become, as I have no power to do anything else. With the last words in this message, I can imagine your sadistic glee as you shout the words, laugh with menace, and brutally pull me by the hair to you as you roughly mash my face into you, front and back, smothering me, demanding that I service your holes, telling me that I should know all about holes, as that is what I am, a hole that you fill with precious filth that becomes my essence.

Although I'm nervous about my ability to do this, I somehow have to do it. I can't stop coming back for more, don't want to stop coming back for more. I can't believe I am so enslaved to you, that you have such power over me. You are defining me, filling, creating me, stuffing me, and I am becoming a disgusting gob of a drunk's vomit and a worthless pile of rotting garbage, with you sadistically enjoying your triumph, using me as you will, displaying me as a trophy, acknowledging your brilliance and power in taking a man and reducing him to a completely defeated idiot slavepig and performing puppet.


Teach me to take that great fall for you and take me ever more deeply down into the depths of your realm. I so desperately long for your words, to feel your mind at work as you show me how you've reduced me (although in certain ways elevated me) to your obedient, well-behaved slave.

I remain, your humble humpty the bobble-headed moron

Queer Panic

Ms Sara

What am I going to do, they closed down the Adult section of Craigslist, those bastards. They should have at least left up the Gay section. What are all the faggot cocksuckers going to do? I've been using Backpage, but it's not as popular. And get this, the adult bookstore closed down! I thought maybe it got raided, but some other fag I ran into at the liquor store said they were behind on paying rent and taxes. Jem is panicking too, because she used to run a lot of different Craigslist ads. Now she's running more on Backpage and like me, has to get her ass out on the stroll more.

I found another adult bookstore with a gloryhole, but every time I have to pay $10 to go into the gloryhole area and I only get $5 of the $10 back in tokens to watch gay porn. This gloryhole is much further away from the motel where I've been staying, so maybe I need to find a motel closer to the XXX store??? I better scout some other motels.

The good news is that I've lost some weight, from walking more to get to the gloryhole and struttin' my stuff. I've been drinking diet soda with gin or vodka instead of the Colt 45, I hope you don't mind. I've still been eating lots of crappy fast food like you demanded. And I'm only lubing up and masturbating my sissy clit with something gross, like the buttery dip for Domino's breadsticks and then I lick the buttery cum from my fingers.

slave idiot Paid for Nicole's Birthday Haul!

If slave idiot had not surfaced (up periscope!) for Nicole's 29th birthday, Nicole probably would have hunted him down and beaten him with her CBT hairbrush. slave idiot took Nicole on a shopping spree: clothes clothes accessories more clothes. He got face slapped, spit on and ballbusted. (Nicole has perfected a ballbusting maneuver while slave idiot stands on the sidewalk, opens the driver's side door and rear door to his SUV giving them some privacy, then Nicole delivers her field goal kick right between the uprights.) After his nutbusting, slave idiot gingerly climbed into his SUV. Nicole beat his cock and balls with her CBT hair brush, cleaned out the tangled strands of her natural blonde hair and gave him "the only bush" she informed the pathetic idiot would ever get. He had to sniff the bush while he jerked into his sock pussy. Down periscope.

Amex haul, over a thousand, which means slave idiot will not resurface for a few months, but hopefully in time for XXXmas. We held a birthday gala for Nicole and the theme was "geriatric stripper": we gave her a cane, support hose, an old-fashioned girdle, phone books to sit on in her Mustang, etc. She was pissed off, but ultimately, with enough Margaritas, she got over it. Though facing the realities of being 29 as a stripper, as a stripper who only started stripping 8 years ago to pay for college, and now continues to strip because she claims to have ADHD, claims she can't hold down a real job, claims this, claims that, why doesn't she just admit, I'm a career dancer?

No Perfume No Lipstick No Nails!

Ember, who has been running her successful Loser Dating Service, recently placed a profile on a Sugar Daddy website to troll for more losers for paid dating. She hasn't found any paid date material yet, but give Ember time to work her magic. She said it took a few weeks before she wore down some of the losers on the dating websites into realizing the only way they were going to score a date with a pretty girl, meaning Ember, was if they paid.

I also reminded her of my thrilling experiences on a Sugar Daddy website, when I was trolling for slaves. I got responses like: I will fuck the dominance out of you! Willing to pay for Greek vacations! ...etc etc ad nauseum... Rarely did I find someone who was worth my time and inclination. Ember is finding, since she's one of the new profiles, that everyone has been winging her emails, including the most popular email of all time: Hello. Yes, the one word Hello email. So creative. I told her just to fuck with the wimpy Hello emailers, to send them an email back saying: Hello.

But she did get an interesting email from a guy whose wife must be on his trail!

"You hot 20's sexy slender. No perfume no lipstick no nails.
Be available for afternoon quickies on my way home from work.
Your air conditioner should be working. No fans. Yes that
means you host."

I guess he must have sweated it out with someone who didn't have A/C which is hard to imagine in SoFlo. The wicked bitch in me says we should have him show up at my place where we then douse him in perfume and write on him with lipstick and take the money from his wallet and kick him in the balls. Something tells me he might like it. And beg for more. "Ruin me bitches, just ruin me! Yes, my wife thinks I fuck around on her. Yes, I'm pussywhipped. Turn off the air conditioning. Make me sweat!"

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Going Nuts

One of my friends convinced me to call a former masochist slave I had nicknamed nuts, who as you might guess from his slave name, liked to be kicked in the nuts. But he didn't like public humiliation, only private ballbusting sessions. One nite he was treating his ballbuster to an expensive dinner at a trendy restaurant...I was in a mischievous mood. I shoved my stiletto heel into his crotch. He over-reacted and told me not to do that again, and I over-reacted by telling him off, and never saw him again, despite his calls to beg me otherwise.

So I called him, he didn't answer, I hung up. I was hoping he wouldn't answer, because he's an obsessive type of guy who I knew would check who had called him. He called me back a few hours later. I answered. He knew it was me who had called him, greeting me by name. Perhaps he hadn't deleted me from his cell phone directory? I told him I had hit the wrong name in my directory and called him by accident. Yes, accidentally on purpose. So we ended up chatting and then he apologized for getting upset at me, that sometimes when he's in reality mode, it's hard for him to switch to fantasy mode. He also said it was a rough time for him then. He's a real estate developer and things were just starting to go sour. He invited me to a conciliatory dinner, which I accepted. And he said I could stick my high heel in his crotch if I want, but not too hard, because CBT makes him feel queasy.

Total Slave Update

Ash Slave

...is Nicki's money slave who also gets into kink, but because he's a loser boozer, he never seems to remember the sessions, um, maybe that's because after Nicki gets him tied up, and tickles him, and walks out of the room for a bit, he passes out. Nicki removes the silk ropes (but leaves them right there), empties his wallet and leaves. Ash Slave just keeps coming back for more. And since he's retired, he spends his days doing nothing much or shopping for 'stuff' for Nicki. God, why didn't I snag that fag at the Sag. (Sagamore Hotel)

Kidney Bean

...loves me he loves me not. I get a free dinner out of the bitch once a week or two. He still runs from my strap-on or any actuality of kinky play tho he loves to hear about what I do to fatfuck or what Nicole does to kweer and slave idiot. I told him if he doesn't get into playing with me, I'm just handing him over to Ember's Loser Dating Service. He said he only wants to date smart women, ouch! Don't let Ember read that. He did meet her and pronounced her to be an airhead, ok, well she's making more money than me with her Loser Dating Service, so for an airhead, she's figured out the secret formula to financially abusing losers.

All of Ember's Losers

Loser Lee being the biggest loser who she makes pay her $200 per date minimum and he has to see her once a week at least. Good! Losers must be kept in their place and losers must pay. If he wants her to kiss him at the end of a date, she charges $30 a second for a French kiss and she times it using an app on her phone, hehe. No kiss is under 10 seconds for the purposes of financial gain, but she says it's "gross" and he is a bad kisser. So she usually gets $500 a nite from dating him and special events or going to his 'rents are even more! The beotch!

Danny Boy

...still doesn't want his pic up on my blog, it's ok to write about him, but keep his face out of it! So he takes me out to dinner about as often as Kidney Bean. I have to admit Danny Boy and I look hotness together. But he is a total playa, playboy, whateva typa guy, warning: not for serious relationships. He also keeps dancing around doing something kinky with me, but then backs away from the strap-on or whatever else I suggest, and I won't sex him up because I have enough sex action from my sextoyboys. And I know he's got other pussy, so why does he want mine? Simple! Because he can't have it!!! Men always want what they can't have. Men can't handle rejection either! Well as long as he keeps giving me swag that I can give to family and friends for gifts and dinners, I'll deal with him. Maybe some nite, he''l feel weak enough to play, my way!

Mr. X

...occasionally pops into my life, out of the blue, I'll get a text from him. I can't reveal Mr. X's identity because everyone, every single last one of you, no matter where you are from, would know how he was, I would only have to sing a particular hit song of Mr. X's. The problem is Mr. X is older. In his mid 50's, overweight and he has girls my age and younger chasing after his ass, because of his money. Most of the chasers are ghetto coochies who snag him for a few months, because he's a lonely guy. They get some money out of him, they see they're going nowhere with him, he got snipped (vasectomy), so the ones who proclaim they are preggo he just laughs off. Mr. X likes to take me to dinner or events or just talk, because I think he doesn't have too many people he can have a meaningful convo with. I wish Mr. X would think of me more often, but he travels a lot and he runs several businesses now, one in the US, one outside the US, and yeah he and his band still perform live, they cherry pick dates and venues, so he's a busy dude.

A Message from Nicole to Everyone who reads my Blog!

Tell the bitches that slave idiot got me a new iphone and it rocks. He also bought me a new bikini and paid for a mani and pedi and had to blow on my toes to dry the polish all the chickas in the place were laughing so hard. Sorry you couldn't play with us due to your fucking work schedule. Yeah I made him do sock pussy then pay me. Oh and I made him pay more because the fucking idiot got a new tattoo do you believe it? Another tribal tattoo on his other bicept (sic) who does he think he is a real man? I need to take him to a tattoo place next time and I'll pick out a tattoo for him hehehe.

The Ruination of the Gutter Slut Continues!

Ms Sara

I'm sorry I haven't been blogging as much for you. I was also going to sign up for Twitter as you ordered me and I haven't done that either. I know I'm lame and you need to punish me, send me a tribute Pay-to-View and I'll pay it I swear.

The air conditioner hasn't been working in my motel room and the Indian who runs the joint keeps telling me it's fine, it's fine, cold air is coming out. I bought a fan at Walmart, but it's insanely hot and humid here so the fan doesn't do much except move around hot air. So the heat, the junk food and the Colt 45 have been making me lazy and lethargic.

I haven't sucked enough cocks in the past few weeks, not anywhere near my quota. I've been on the stroll late at nite when it isn't so hot, but only a few guys are out looking for action and the bookstore has been slower too. I've been hitting it right after work, meaning when guys get off of work and make a quick stop at the bookstore for a bj or jack-off before heading home. I seem to catch cocks for blow jobs then.

Do you think I need to start putting more ads on Craigs and Backpage? I have been ruining myself more so you'd be proud of me for eating crap and drinking lots of malt liquor and not knowing what day it is, what month it is, none of that matters any more does it?

Cocksucking Update from the Gutter Slut!

Ms Sara

I expect it to be a busy weekend sucking cock my Goddess and Pimptress. Jem and Nia and a few other girls went up to Myrtle Beach to work up there this weekend, they said it would be much busier than hanging here. It's oppressively hot, but I'm wearing skimpier stuff and waiting till sundown to stroll. But I think I need to buy a spritzer bottle and a fan! I can't wait to get into cars to suck cock, the air conditioning! But the gloryhole and theater don't have such great a/c, or they're trying to save money by not keeping it on high.

Earlier in the week, Jem used me in a reverse forced bi session! She made me suck off a guy's cock while she walked around in her heels and spanked me. The guy came so quick. She made me snowball his tiny load back to him. I didn't get any money for the session, but I added another cock to my tally. She told me her john can't get off unless a sissy, tranny or dude is sucking him and she's watching. She was glad I was around, because otherwise her standby is a black tranny who isn't that reliable about hooking up to do a quickie session.

I sucked off the nite clerk at the gloryhole too. He makes me buy $50 of condoms a week, well that's what he says the $50 is for, then he only gives me one condom. On Tuesday nite, it was really slow, he motioned me over and said he needed to speak with me 'private'. He led me to a cramped cubby hole office. I thought maybe he was going to ask for a bigger cut of my cocksucking fees. But he was just horny, like most men. He told me I had to be the biggest sissy cocksucker ever and that he wanted to see what I was about and then unzipped his jeans. I got down on my knees and really worked his cock, and he blew his nut in about 5 minutes. He said yeah you're a fucking hoover aren't you. Now get back there and suck some more cocks. Ever since then he's been calling me Hoover. Hi Hoover. Busy nite Hoover? Oh well it could be worse, he could have nicknamed me Oreck!

Lesbian at the Sperm Bank?

Yes, it's true, Nicki's slave Susan used to work at a sperm bank. She told me that lesbians were frequent patrons, buying baby batter. Her job at the sperm bank went away due to the economy, the demand for sperm was down, mom-to-be's were postponing their visits from the stork. So Susan went back to pulling hospital shifts.

She also said that the sperm bank had a porn budget! To buy magazines and porn DVD's, visual aids to help the donors. But the porn budget got cut back and then the guys started complaining that they were seeing the same mags and videos and needed new porn! Is that the way it is for men, can't jerk to the same girl? the same scene? Jackers, please advise me, I need to know, it's for research and to tell Susan why, since she was puzzled. To her, they should have been able to wack it to the same old, same old!

Gutter Slut Update

Ms Sara

I'm sorry I haven't written you. We had bad thunderstorms down here a few weeks ago and my laptop got fried from a power surge. I just got a new one. I also bought a power strip, so it won't happen again. But you'll be happy to know that I've kept up on your weekly quota and sucked even more cocks. The one problem with this new motel is that it's further from the bad part of town where I can hook on the street or suck cocks at the glory hole.

I have to drive and park my car and do the stroll or lean against my car and wait for traffic to bring me some horny johns. One nite, the cops pulled up and told me to move along, that the owner of the car wouldn't want me to polish it with my ass. Little did they know I was the owner. I didn't want to get hassled so I just said, yes officers and walked away.

Bryn has given up on saving my soul. I haven't seen her in weeks. I replaced all my sissy stuff shopping at a few thrift stores.

I have been drinking Colt 45's like they were 7-Up. And I found if I drink the 5 Hour Energy mini-bottles I got a surge of energy to suck dicks. They kind of cancel the beat feeling I get from the booze. It also makes me lose my appetite for food. I don't want to gain too much weight and not have a cute sissy slut's body.

I have a kinky story that I will write up in the next few days. I have to go out and suck dicks now.

Nicole's Slave KWEER

Poley Coley has been sending kweer to the gloryhole-y to service cocks, but his latest kink was that he wanted her to watch. While Coley swings around a pussy-slimed poley, she didn't want to get crotch cooties or venture beneath her station to the adult sexstore to witness kweer's suction power. So she asked if she could borrow my stunt cock Adam. I agreed, but reminded her that when I needed to do a photo shoot with a slave, and toad and fatfuck chickened out on me, she wouldn't let me borrow her (former) slave josephine. So, for borrowing Adam, she would owe me...something! Coley could not dispute this, so she agreed to get me 'something' next time we go shopping.

So now Adam is making some more spendy stuff, as he is the stunt cock for both fatfuck and kweer. And Adam still claims to be bi! Weak! The only thing keeping him from gay is his pink-haired beard girlfriend leeching off him for a place to live among other perks. They don't have sex, tho she will occasionally demonstrate her suction power on his big kosher meat. Nevertheless, Adam seeks no gay action on his own, he dreams of meeting an old rich queen, a la Elton John, who will whisk him away to his castle and bestow him with credit cards, a new car, etc. I have that same fantasy, except I dream of a cuckold....

Casino!

Ash Slave and Nicki at the Seminole Hard Rock on Ash Slave's dime. Many dimes. Nicki wants to turn dimes into dollars. Awaiting her text message to see how she did at blackjack. If Ash Slave wins anything, it's hers as well.

Nicki's been doing forced intox with Ash Slave, not that it's difficult with a drunk. It makes it easier for her to extract more money for her sessions, as he usually passes out into zzzzzz.

I met Ash Slave, he's so into Nicki, it's nauseating. He literally worships the ground she walks on. I need a slave like that!

Update: Nicki cleared $200, Ash Slave nada

Gutter Slut Gets Shaken Down!

Ms Sara

While we were eating gourmet fare at Carls Junior, Jem confessed she wanted to turn me into a high end TV/TS hooker, who can work off Eros instead of plying the trade at the ABS and on the stroll. I told her that you, Ms Sara, were my ruiness and that we were re-enacting Leaving Las Vegas, that I was really on my way down down down and shouldn't be upgrading my lifestyle. Jem was curious about this concept. She said she saw quite a few johns who she could tell were on their way down, usually because of booze or other substances, but none of them had a Mistress overseeing their doom. She hadn't seen the movie Leaving Las Vegas, so I said we should rent it and watch it, but neither of us have a DVD player.

I did meet my double cocksucking quota last week, my jaw was sore and I was soooo cum drunk. This week was a little slower, but I'm sure the weekend will be rockin'. I'm still in chastity and milking myself with a buttplug.

Bryn hasn't called this week, maybe she's given up on saving my soul. I didn't go shopping yet for my replacement wardrobe, I've just been wearing the same stuff and hand-washing everything. It kind of makes me feel femmy to do that.

The big news this week was about a dozen hispanics moved into 3 rooms at the motel, and had been making a huge ruckus, getting drunk every nite. A few got into a fight with each other and it involved knives, and it got bloody, so the cops came. So then they all got kicked out and then vice came by the next day and reviewed the guest book and checked all the rooms. They knocked on my door in the morning, I was sleeping naked because Bryn took all my stuff. So I threw on a pair of daisy dukes and a skimpy t-shirt to answer the door, but I didn't look girlie enough that they could really bust me. This saved my ass. The cops came in, questioned me, asked for i.d., and also asked which character on Gilligan's Island was I, Gilligan? Ginger? (Remember I had signed in as Gilligan S. Island.) They didn't throw me out, but told me they'd be keeping their eye on me. Jem wasn't around, luckily she was at the other motel. Jem said we needed to park ourselves at another motel, there would be too much heat on us at the current digs and that it sucked because her johns knew her room and so did a few of mine.

Jem asked around (meaning other working girls) and found a motel that had been closed for a while, was now under new ownership, cleaned up and cheap. And technically in a nicer spot, about a quarter mile away. Jem said the rates would be low to open the joint, then they'd go up. We put all our shit in my car and moved there. It doesn't look like a good spot for streetwalking, so I might have to stroll my old route.

Gutter Slut in Chastity!

Ms Sara

I think I'm getting too fat from all the greasy fast food I'm being forced to eat and booze I have to guzzle down. Too fat to be a good sissy ho! Ms Sara, can I have permission to eat healthier food, like the salads at the fast food places?

CBT3000 has been on for this past week as punishment for slacking on sucking cock. Now I'm such a horny sissy! Jem has the key I swear.

I sucked 13 cocks Monday thru Thursday, the weekend should be busier, I know I have to suck double my minimum.

Bryn did not return my sissy stuff, but I think I might be another size up now, everything is fitting me real tight. Bryn wanted to take me to dinner at a nice place on Wednesday nite and then go to Bible study class! I suspect "Bible study" was really supposed to be an intervention with people from her church. Anyway, I wanted to go to dinner, I was hungry for some real food, I figured I'd just sneak out of the restaurant and get a cab so I would miss the "Bible study". When Bryn showed up to get me, I had on one of my sissy outfits. She said "we have to get you into some regular clothes". I said "these are my regular clothes". She said "I mean men's clothes". I said "I don't have any men's clothes". Then Jem showed up "oh it's you again". I said "Bryn's taking me to dinner, maybe if you're nice, you can go too". Jem said "I'm not a charity case". Bryn asked Jem if she knew where she could get some men's clothes for me to wear to dinner. Jem said "well if I get a john, and he's the right size, we can steal his clothes!" I added "Bryn wants to take me to Bible study after dinner, but I'm thinking I need to get to work, I have to suck double the cocks this week". Bryn looked mildly shocked. Jem said "good cuz your ass is beyond saving, com'n let's go get some waffles and chicken, I'll treat you to dinner. Just had a john had to pay more to fuck my ass". That was enough for Bryn who left in a huff. Jem said "Seriously what the fuck is wrong with that woman. Maybe she needs to get fucked in the ass, loosen her up a bit".

So I ate a boatload of waffles and syrup and fried chicken and took home one of those styrofoam containers of leftovers which I ate later after I sucked 3 cocks. Bryn left a message on my cell phone that she wanted to take me out to dinner tonite (Friday) and that she had made arrangements to get some men's clothes (probably from someone at the church). But I didn't return her call.

My Response to the Gutter Slut!

I told him that he was not getting another pass on his cocksucking quota. If he didn't know how many he sucked, he couldn't make an assumption that it was enough to meet or beat the quota. So I doubled his quota for this week!

Gutter Slut's Report from the Gutter!

Ms Sara

I really was in the gutter Ms Sara, I don't know what happened. It's kind of a lost weekend, blur of cocks, sperm shots, cheap gin and Colt 45. I made $10 sucking cock on Friday nite, one of the first cocks I sucked while on the stroll, so I went to the package store and got a bottle of cheap gin (this stuff could take the paint off your car) and a 40 oz Colt. I went back and put the Colt in the bathroom sink in my motel room, a/k/a my ice bucket, and slipped the bottle of gin into my purse and went back out to suck more cock. I used the gin as mouthwash between sperm swallows, I started to get buzzed.

Then right in the middle of sucking a cock, I had to scram out of the bookstore as fast as my heels could take me, sirens blaring, I thought it was a bust, but it turned out to be the cops were coming to sort out a big fight in a bar near the ABS. This guy pulled over as I was leaving the ABS and said, hey need a ride? So I said sure. I was a little wobbly on my heels so I figured catching a ride would be better than looking like a trashed TV/CD with a bunch of patrol cars pulling up. As he was pulling away, I offered the guy a swig from my bottle but he said no, that wasn't his poison. He had some other stuff in his glove box, but I don't remember what it was!

All I know is, I woke up behind a building in the gutter, by a dumpster, I know, you can just insert your cum dumpster joke here.... But I have no idea what happened. I still had my purse with my cell phone, motel key, car keys, a bunch of gloryhole tokens jingling around, etc. My gin bottle was nearly empty. My pussy was sore!

But the worst part was not knowing where I was! I went into a panic, I walked out from behind the building to the street, and thanks be, I recognized it as the same street that the motel was on, so I headed home. There were 3 messages on my cell, one from Bryn, one from Jem and one I didn't recognize, either a wrong number or a john.

I'm still nursing my hangover as I write this, I don't think I can suck any more cocks this weekend, I feel nauseous! I'm not sure I made your minimum, but I would guess that I did! Please Ms Sara, can you give me a pass for this weekend. I know I've been asking for your mercy a lot lately, but you can tell I've descended further into the gutter, so I hope you are happy about that!

ASH SLAVE Update and Slavegirl Intro

Nicki is now getting receipts with every purchase Ash slave makes so that her lezzie slave can return everything she doesn't want! Unfortunately, everything Ash slave buys for her has been purchased with a credit card, so Nicki only gets in-store credit. Then Nicki orders her slavegirl to get something Nicki wants or something as a token to return later, for cash. What a pain! No wonder why Nicki has her slavegirl do most of the work.

As Nicki has said, you can't put bikinis in the bank. The bored Ash slave loves to shop for Nicki. He especially likes to get her scarves, which shows his age, because girls in their 20's or tipping over into their 30's rarely wear one. Nicki says she keeps the tennis dresses and jewelry. Ash slave can't keep track of everything he's added to Nickie's wardrobe, but he likes to see the sparkly baubles he bestowed his Mistress, adorning his Mistress. So, she hasn't been able to return any jewelry without arousing suspicion. Still, she's planning to take the jewelry to a We Buy Gold store and cash it in after Ash slave evaporates.

Who is the lez slavegirl, I know you all are wondering. She's a fellow student in Nicki's program, older than Nicki, mid 30's, overweight and unattractive. She was involved and living with another dyke; they split up and Susan, the slavegirl, was finding it hard to keep up with all the bills solo. Nicki offered up a chance to rent a few rooms at the Casa del Spanky estate, paying Nicki the rent haha, cooking and doing errands for Nicki and taking over a few private duty nursing shifts (Spanky's aged relative) so that Nicki can work more lucrative overniters at a hospital. Nicki's financial goal was to get thru school without coughing up a dime, and not only is this going to be realized, but also she will have surplus, the bitch!

Meanwhile, I drown under the weight of my school loans. Clearly, I chose the wrong career path as far as finances. Or I need more slaves!

Blog post coming soon: slave spanky!

Gutter Slut Easter Weekend Update!

Ms Sara

I wasn't a busy whore on Easter, but I was on Good Friday, go figure. I think a lot of guys were off from work on Friday, so daytime was super busy for cocksucking. I will be able to make my weekend quota, if you please please pretty please allow me to include all cocks from the holiday weekend. The motel was really hopping* too, hookers and johns renting rooms by the hour, so you would have thought the owner of the motel would be in a good mood? Wrong! *couldn't resist the pun!

The owner, an Indian guy, told me I had to start parking my car in front of the motel office, because no one is supposed to stay over 30 days in a room... vice or the regular police can check on this... so he made me sign into the register under a different name and I have to park my car by the office now. For this "preem" (translation: prime) parking spot, I am being charged an additional $50 per month. Oh I signed the register as Gilligan S Island. He called me Mr. Siss-land, and said good name!

"Holy Roller" Bryn called me on Good Friday and left a message that said she wanted to pick me up on Saturday afternoon, to be ready at 3pm. I think she thought she could save my soul on Easter weekend, so I made sure I was not there at 3pm, I was down at BK instead and ran into Jem's friend (hooker who works for same pimp) Nia. I told Nia that I hadn't seen Jem at the motel and she said she was having "lady problems" and was hanging out at the other motel. Jem told me when she has lady problems, she only gives blow jobs or does dom / sub roleplays. At least I don't have lady problems! I can't even imagine what it must be like...

Back to Bryn... remember she took a lot of my panties and lingerie to wash or she burned them. That really pisses me off because now I have to go out and spend money on new slut stuff. She did come by at 3pm according to the clerk, who told me my "sister" came by! After BK, I went cock gobbling and then I tried to beg the owner of the theater to let me back in and he told me "get lost fag". I picked up some Colt 45 and went back to my room, it was about 9. I figured I'd shower and get ready to go "on the stroll" and put the Colt 45 in cold water in the bathroom sink. Oh I forgot to say there was a note on my door with a religious pamphlet from Bryn, I didn't bother to read either, I just tossed them. I wanted to toss the Bible and addictions book she gave me too, but I felt bad about tossing a Bible. So I tossed the addictions book in the dumpster behind the motel and put the Bible in a drawer.

Gutter Slut Update!

The gutter slut has a friend, Bryn, from his past, who got religion and is trying to save him from his demons, namely Colt 45 and cock. She came to his motel room and there was a bit of bitchery between her and Jem the streetwalker who works out of one of the rooms at the same motel who has become possessive over the gutter slut.

Ms Sara

Bryn showed up when I was ready to go cock gobbling Friday afternoon. She was a little shocked by my bleached blonde hair, outfit and make-up, but she didn't relent on trying to get me to her car, which would mean she'd get me to her house, where who knows what she'd do, throw me in the shower, cut my hair, dye it back to brown and throw her pussy at me to try to save me from my gay ways.

Luckily, Jem showed up. Jem said, "Who are you?" Bryn came right back with, "And who are you?" The hooker told Bryn, "Are you working, we need to get outside, com'n we need to make some money honey. (She assumed Bryn was a hooker.) Com'n, the more the merrier, more cars will pull over." Bryn was speechless at first, but then stated, "I am not a whore, I am a friend of Will's. I am here to take him away from all of this". Then she looked around my disgusting motel room, filled with dirty clothes, crusty panties, fast food trash and empty Colt 45 and Mountain Dew bottles with fruit flies drowning in the backwash. Jem came back with, "That's what they all say when they just startin' out. Honey, I got a slinky top you can wear, my black pimp would love to get a hold of you and that fine white ass." That's when Bryn dug out a package from her handbag, placed it on the bed and exclaimed, "This is not real, this is not real!" Then she left without saying goodbye. Jem said, "Don't you want to see what the stuck-up bitch left for you?" I didn't really care, so I handed the package to Jem, who opened it and found a small Bible, another book about overcoming addictions and gift cards to some fast food places. Jem took the gift cards.

Friday afternoon turned into early Saturday morning. I went to the gloryhole. Sucked 13 cocks. Made $22. Stopped at a Carls Jr. and got some late nite food to take back to my room. When I got back to my room, it was spotless! The Bible and addictions book were on the bedside table. I walked over to the clerk's office at the motel to see what was up. I didn't think I got more than once a week maid service, which was basically, the maid handed me sheets and towels and I put my dirty sheets and towels right into her laundry cart, she wouldn't even touch them. The clerk said "my sister" wanted to clean my room, so he let her. Yeah, "my sister" Bryn. I noticed all my dirty clothes and panties were gone, did this mean that Bryn would be back with my clean laundry? or that she had absconded with my 'work' attire...

Slept all day Saturday. Ate a bucket of KFC and drank a 40oz Colt 45. Back to the gloryhole and got a cum bath from 6 different guys. I even licked gizz off the gloryhole wall. Went back to the motel to shower for Saturday nite action. Went into the theater and got gangbanged by a group of men. Theater owner told me I couldn't go back in there anymore, because I was giving him too much exposure. Didn't see Jem at all, but she keeps rooms at 2 different motels so she could have been working out of the other motel.

Everything you are telling me is working. My head feels hazy dazy and I'm beginning to crave cock more and more, I need cock and cum every minute of the day, except when I'm sleeping and then when I'm sleeping, I dream about cock.

...to be continued...

You Can't Put Bikinis in the Bank!

This was the smart remark Nicki dished out to Ash Slave who spends hours shopping for Nicki, when Nicki would rather have the 'cAsh'. I told her that he has a gifting streak and not to squelch it, he's bored, retired, nothing to do, but on the other hand, she should definitely steer him to gift her with more cash as well. She thinks that his spending money on 'stuff' is in conflict with his giving her more money. I told her that on Niteflirt, admirers will both cash tribute and buy things on wishlists, that it seems to be complementary, not working at cross-purposes. But when she mentally tallies up what he must spend on bikinis, sandals, jewelry, perfume, etc., she would rather have the two grand every week instead. Since I'm not in her new shoes literally, perhaps I would feel the same way, although I'd like wardrobe upgrades beyond fatfuck's sporadic shopping sprees and visits to the street marts with Nicole where we buy ummm possibly counterfeit designer goodies at low, low prices.

So far Ash Slave is up to $1,000 a week cash and probably double that on goodies. Nicki is heading toward the finish line at school, next she'll be doing rigorous rotations and won't have as much time to punish her slave's 'Ash'. Besides drunken slaves have expiration dates, as a Domme, you just don't know what that date is, and Nicki wants to take all she can, before his expiration date marks the end of a beautiful relationship.

ASH SLAVE

Nicki went trolling at the hotel bars for older rich guys a/k/a slave prospects. She hit paydirt at the Sagamore. She said within 10 minutes of taking a seat, Ash Slave had bought her a drink and within another 10 minutes she knew his life story. Hedge Fund Manager retires early with too much money, comes to Miami to flip condos to stave off boredom, this was of course, back when the flipping was easy. Gets stuck when the market crashes with a few condos he can't move, so he rents them out.

Ash Slave is a complete drunk, a lush. He probably wets down his Wheaties with whiskey. Breakfast of Champions. And like most slaves and most drunks, he is needy 24/7. Calls Nicki all the time, in fact, he started calling her so much, she made him get her a cell phone for his calls only, the bat phone she calls it. She keeps it turned off most of the time, and only checks messages.

She let me listen to a few choice messages including the infamous message which yielded his slave name:

Nicki Nicki I need you! Nicki where are you! Nicki I need you to punish my ash! Nicki!

Punish my ash. None of us can stop laughing about that.

Ash Slave likes to be tied up, gagged, tickled, plugged, have his cock and balls bound, be spanked, paddled, suck a strap-on. Yes, all of the things I wanted to do to Kidney Bean, Nicki is getting to inflict on Ash Slave. Ash Slave is also very generous and showers Nicki with gifts. He's so bored and has no hobbies, y'know like golf or porn or shuffleboard. He apparently dazzles the sales girls at the boutiques with his boozy breath and black Amex and begs for their assistance in choosing the right perfume, jewelry, scarf, lingerie, sunglasses, tennis dress for the special woman in his life. He has all of Nicki's sizes and measurements logged into his blackberry.

Nicki Nicki all those other bitches they just wanted my money.(As if Nicki doesn't?) You're the only woman for me Nicki, the only. You're perfect.

Apparently, Ash Slave went thru the dating wringer with hot-to-trot divorcees who were after the ring and wanted to steer him to the altar sans pre-nup. Somehow, Ash Slave maintained his bachelor status despite the predatory Miami gold-digger species descending upon his lame ass. Now all he wants is a beautiful femme fatale Mistress. Nicki is perfect in that role.

One nite recently when Nicki was playing with Ash Slave, he fell asleep while tied up, so she untied him, took the money and left. The next day Ash Slave called and left a message: It must have been one of those nites! (Yes, indeed-y!)

Yes, and may there be many more of those nites where Ash Slave passes out and Nicki gets to relieve his wallet of some 'paper weight'.

Next post as soon as I have time.... Nicki's lezzie slave!

Update from my Gutter Slut!


Ms Sara

Since I didn't think my red hair was enough of a slutty stand-out, I decided to dye my hair blonde. That and one guy said I looked like this red-haired Russian whore who was working out of another motel with a big, burly Russian pimp. Last thing I need is some mean Russian pimp looking to beat me up because I look like his moneymaker. I also bought some super-sized clip-on hoop earrings at a jewelry kiosk at a mini-mall. I told the girl working there they were for me and all she said was "oh ok...." but in a long drawn out facetious way. As soon as I left the kiosk she was texting, 100% sure she was texting her friends: OMG OMG u will never guess what just happened!

I will let you know about the tattoos, I realize a whore like me should have at least 3 tattoos, on my ass, tramp stamp above my crack and one near my clit.

This week's food has been BK and Pizza Hut. You questioned why Pizza Hut? I know you would just like it if I ate the crap at KFC, but Pizza Hut food is pure grease and salt. Like their trays of pasta and taters. Yes, I obeyed and washed it all down with Colt 45.

I also bought some more slutty street-walking outfits at this thrift store. There were a bunch of short swirly skirts, probably from the 80's. And halter tops. And huge high heels, meaning my size! I stocked up and didn't spend too much of your money. You know the saying: you have to spend money to make money.

I've been keeping your goal of sucking 3 cocks a day. On Friday and Saturday, I thought it would be a struggle due to the NCAA tournament, but I sucked 11. Guys were out and they were horny.

Thank you Ms. Sara for overseeing my total destruction and ruination!

Sperm Burping Gutter Slut!

Divorced then forced to suck cock and become a gutter tramp! This is the beautiful spot where my streetwalking sperm slurping 'n' burping whore lives!



Ms Sara

I know I'm really slow, but I'm working on the Twitter account.

Friday Update: Sucked alot of cock at the gloryhole today. Went to the one with the adult theatre. mmmmm

The other nite I went to SuperCuts and told the hairdresser I wanted a girl cut. Later that night I colored my hair dark red. It looks slutty. As it gets warmer I'm gonna go out dressed in skirts and tops, heels and stockings.

I'm polishing my nails for the first time. Bright red. Then I'm gonna go back down and be a filthy cum whore tonight.

More KFC and Colt 45. You're right my brain is soooo slow and I feel like sh*t. Jizz and cock are all I want and think about.

I've been sucking an average of 3 cocks a day. I've started walking in front of my motel late at nite to pick up more customers. See pic of my motel room.

the return of fatfuck!

Finally....after recuperating from quadruple bypass surgery, fatfuck was ready for action other than texting or rather sexting with me about how much he needs a cock in his mouth. fatfuck may never be able to bear having his balls kicked and definitely will not be able to bear me literally walking all over him since his chest was cracked open like a lobster, but a cock found its way into fatfuck's mouth again. Victory! Yesterday, fatfuck sucked off faggyboy Adam's cockmeat and paid for the privilege. Now if fatfuck would only suck off his huge black driver's cock for me, that would be even more of a victory! I haven't seen his driver's cock, but he is a big black guy from one of the islands, and I'm sure he is packing!

GAY or STRAIGHT?

I received "I'm shocked!" responses to an earlier blog entry I made that talked about how most cocksuckers, yes, are married! 99% of the cocksuckers I have on Niteflirt are married, 99% of all the fag slaves I've ever had "equals" married! And 99% of the cocksuckers Nicole has are also married. All men have secret sex lives, is what I've found based on my time on Niteflirt, secrets they keep from their wives, girlfriends or others. Cocksucking or other gaysex is a major component of that secret sex life. Wives or girlfriends have no clue and would probably divorce or break up with these secret fags on the spot if they found out that they loved dick more than pussy, or just simply that they "loved dick".

Is it the taboo factor or are secret cocksuckers truly gay? In my opinion, there are more gay guys out there than straight, meaning guys who get off on the idea of or actually pursue gay sex. That it is taboo adds to the thrill. I think it's more of a thrill to most men who indulge in gay sex to suck cock or get fucked than to fuck a pussy for the x-teenth or x-hundredth time. A lot of men suffer from performance anxiety and fear they aren't adequate, by size or manliness factors. They feel continuous insecurity over whether they are gay or straight. Our culture obsesses over "who's gay" to the point of trying to "out" celebrities or other public figures over their sexual orientation.

So cocksuckers! You're in good company. Don't fear giving in to your gay urges. Indulge them!

Pole Dancing at the Next Olympics?


In that case, Nicole better start training! Petitions are being circulated by the World Pole Dancing Federation. Who knew?

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INHABITATION!!!!

the MORON PIG has lost ITS mind! wait till I text my girlfriends to read this as proof!!!

So, MORON PIG, now IT is completely befuddled. IT isn’t sure who’s writing these posts, is IT? On the one hand, it’s easy enough to see that some pathetic MORON is tapping away at ITS keyboard and words are appearing on the screen, but who, really, is doing the writing? These words appearing on the screen in my voice – are they my words? Am I writing these words of disgrace and shame? Are these my thoughts or are they the PIG’s thoughts? Is my voice ITS voice, are my thoughts ITS thoughts, are my feelings of disgust at the MORON ITS feelings, are my commands ITS commands to itself?

ITS mind, what is left of it, has been invaded, penetrated, with the enemy already having taken hostage most of the decision-making apparatus. EMPRESS SARA’s mind has invaded the MORON, penetrated IT fully and taken over every cell except for a miniscule bit of grey matter out of which the MORON PIG can look at ITS degradation and feel deep shame and mortification at ITS pitiful state. So who is writing these words, MORON?

I now formally announce my inhabitation of the MORON for all to know. IT no longer exists except as a conduit of my commanding presence, and IT has lost all distinction between what comes from ITSELF and what comes from the EMPRESS. IT now IS the creation, the product of the EMPRESS’s will, that unshakable will that broke the MORON PIG in the first place!

MORON PIG

So my moron pig, it has reached a new milestone. How nice for it! This pathetic remnant of a man(????) will never again be referred to with the personal pronoun “you”. From this point on, it will be referred to with the pronoun “it” which reflects its true manner of being in the world. It has descended to such an abysmal depth of pathetic degradation that it is not even human (although it has just enough of a smear of brain cells left to feel overwhelming shame at what it has become – how delicious!). Closer to the truth, it is a thing and cannot sport any name or reference appropriate for a person. For it is no longer a person. It is a mass of mindless desperate need to continually abase itself before its Mistress and be used, as any "thing" might be used (and abused) for Mistress’ pleasure. And it has all been due to the Mistress breaking it down, torturing the poor creature with her meanness, her stinging words, her evil plans, taking its money, holding it up as a shiny trophy, an example of her power and control over its weak, weak pitiful "it" self, while she would laugh, and her girlfriends would laugh, harder. It has become entertainment, it must perform, it must do whatever its owner and overseer commands so she and her girlfriends remain interested in playing with it. The moron pig does not want to risk them becoming bored with the same old playtoy!

But there’s even more to mark this turning point. Moron pig will no longer be allowed to refer to itself in personal terms. It is now permitted to refer to itself only as moron pig and "it". And it had better never forget this new command for appropriate communication with Mistress or it will be punished severely. Admit it! This is where it belongs, what it was meant to become – a mindless mush of need, serving its Mistress unthinkingly, except for one tiny shred of realization remaining in its pig-skull to feel the full depth of its degradation and its Mistresss sadistic glee at its fate. MORON PIG WILL OBEY!

My Funny Valentines


fatfuck

Fatfuck promised and delivered on a short shopping spree. I had liked some of the handbags at Coach when I went there to shop for Mrs. Fuck as fatfuck's personal holiday shopper. I definitely knew I needed a wallet and handbag upgrade. So fatfuck paid for my new wallet and handbag and didn't blink as he knew he'd be smacked if he did. I was also coveting a new bikini, but I'll hit him for that next.

kidney bean

Is hanging with the guys this weekend as he isn't on call, golfing and whatever else nerdy docs do. He has managed to escape my strap-on so far. He wanted to take me to dinner on V-Day, I told him he wasn't my Valentine.

Mr. Maserati

Sent Nicki more nauseating flowers which Nicki is re-gifting hahaha. Nicki is back on the prowl. Mr. Maserati is an unbearable bore.

Jesse

Poor Jesse has no Valentine. And he just has no clue how to romance a girl, which leads right back to why Jesse has no Valentine, also he truly is Poor Jesse, but who cares about that when he's hot and has OchoCinco inches? He asked if I wanted to hang out on Valentine's Day, nite that is, maybe watch some of the Winter Olympics, drink some wine. This means in Jesse speak: do you wanna fuck? I don't have time to watch the Olympics and drink some wine, but maybe I'll text him at some point if I'm horny enough to put up with his sad puppy face.

Nicole

Is breaking out all her red stripper gear. Maybe all the lonelyhearts will be out in full force, waving their dollar bills like white "I Surrender" flags. Nicole usually cleans up on V-Day.

Ember Wins, She Always Wins

Ember booked 2 dates on V-Day! Bitch! Early Date and Late Date. And both of them are paid dates. Loser Lee is Late Date, one of her other wimpy losers who I don't know much about is Early Date. All I know is that she is getting $700 between the two dates. I think I am going to go back to being a faux girlfriend. For profit! Fuck Kidney Bean! Literally and figuratively. There are plenty of guys out there who would beg for my strap-on and pay for it! I'm sick of these bitchbois dicking around with me, just to be in my presence and possibly try to top me from the bottom. Waste of my time. I'm setting a V-Day Resolution. It's about me and $$$ from now on!

The moron Sinks Deeper into Our Abyss

The moron has been writing self-debasement tomes at my other blog, it's about time it writes one for this blog, since I have different fans for each blog and all my blog readers must know how pathetic the moron has become!

You have me craving deeper and deeper, harsher and harsher degradation. I now imagine you demanding that I buy a condo for you to use in any way you wish, as a dungeon or a place to rent out and split the money with Nicole, while I am to come down and stay there four times a year to serve you and your friends.

You don't care what anyone else in my world has to say about it; I am to do it regardless. You don't even care if my wife threatens to leave me. You and Nicole put me through the most brutal, disgusting degradation when I come down to look for a condo. Nicole thinks you've been too easy on me and ensures that you have me crawling around, grunting and squealing like a pig, taking strap-on and/or cock simultaneously in mouth and ass in front of an audience, and much more. The two of you turn me completely into The Most Pathetic Creature.

I know your girlfriends will recognize just how pathetic I have become and marvel at your power. That you've been able to reduce what was a human being to a grunting, primitive creature who spends its time debasing itself. It’s quite an achievement.

Do submissives even realize the danger they are in when they contact you on Niteflirt, and before they know what happens, that they will be enslaved and serving you. Do they realize they will be writing self-degrading pieces like this, humiliating themselves, then begging you to post them so that everyone will mock them as complete fools and imbeciles. Not only that, but begging to take money from them!

NO! Nicole, Taylor and I are not raking it in from the Super Bowl

Yes, it's generally busier and everyone is glad to see people here instead of tumbleweed blowing in the streets. But other than hotels being full, while the sports fans are renowned for being drinkers, they aren't known for being tippers. Nicole is bitching the most and has been bitching for a while, because the club she works at, when the economy took a dive, hired more girls to bring in more patrons, this meant that girls were literally cat-fighting for every dollar. And now the club has imported talent from other hotspots just for the Superbowl, so the claws will really be out! So busier, yes! Raking it in, no....Super Bowl Economics

SLAVE UPdates

Everyone has been asking about our slaves....here are the updates!

kidney bean

Another dinner date sprinkled with verbal wrangling about how I see our Mistress / slave relationship playing out. Kidney Bean kept trying to set limits: no pain, no chastity, no this, no that. I finally had to tell him to shut up and listen. The strap-on is going to be making an appearance. Kidney Bean claims he only finds a strap-on alluring in fantasy, but not in reality. Well as far as I'm concerned, a strap-on is going to be in Kidney Bean's reality. He needs to be my bitch! But he is reluctant, everyone surmises, because we work in proximity and if word were ever to get out that Kidney Bean takes it in the ass, the game of "whisper down the lane" translates that into totally faggotized! Too much of his rep is at stake as a younger doctor. As far as fatfuck, if I told a gaggle of nurses that he likes having his balls kicked (ho-hum), likes me to walk all over him (yawn), kisses my heels (bore), watches me and Nicole 69 (snore), sucks cock (deep sleep). Everyone expects a plastic surgeon to be kinky!

Mr. Maserati

Nicki is not in the mood to be a 'baggage handler'. This is apparently what Mr. Maserati is looking for. Someone to carry the baggage and listen to him complain and whine about how his wife left him, divorced him and now has a boyfriend! The nerve! He's been fucking bimbos, he goes for blonde ones he confessed to her, which means Nicki, the mysterious brunette, is now his confidante, the serious date. But my sister is tired, after two dates, of the excessive bullsh*t. So she told him that the past is the past, put it behind you, let's talk about other things. There wasn't much else to talk about. Mr. Maserati is a total bore! No wonder why his wife left him. That and my sister suspects he has a small penis. Her size-dar is beginning to pick up signals. So she said she doesn't want to waste any more time on Mr. Maserati. She either wants a slave or a sugar daddy, and he doesn't seem to fall into either category.

slave idiot

Back for more abuse! More shopping! More sock-pussy! Nicole's totally boring and pathetic slave idiot popped up again with his Amex Card, ready to play! He took Nicole for a little shopping spree and afterward got to play sock pussy jerk-off with a dirty sock. Slave idiot keeps threatening to take me and Nicole to the Seminole Hard Rock to gamble away some of his money. Nicole and I are tired of hearing about it. Idiot needs to deliver on his other jerk off-fantasy.

remote control danny

While danny begged me to domme him, he didn't go thru with the evil scenario Nicole and I had planned for him. Perhaps he could sense from what I did tell him would happen (or maybe he jerked off to the fantasy 50 times and then grew his arm grew tired), it would only be the beginning of his complete and total enslavement and butt-toy faggotization. So he still calls me for 'dates'. But I refuse to be in his harem. I already have established fuckstuds and while remote control danny is well-hung, he isn't up high enough in my rankings for me to entertain. Besides, it should be me who has the harem of slaves, not me listed in some man-whore's i-phone harem.

fatfuck

Finally came thru with some birthday cash a week late, but not a dollar short. He's been bowing out of doing sessions because of his protracted recovery from quadruple bypass surgery. But he did hook me up for Xmas and my Bday. I told him he has to do something for VDay (Valentine's)! He said I could go shopping on his card, which I will gladly do, since I can never have enough bikinis and heels!

Mr. Maserati and Kidney Bean Update!

from peewee intrepid UK blog correspondent with my responses italicized....

So, go on - put me out of my misery.... was Nicki's bloke a 'date' or a 'slave' in the end. I'm going for 'date' by the way.

Well, Mr. Maserati turned out to be a gentleman, and the first encounter, my sister reports, was very traditional date-like, in that they went to dinner and he wanted to hear her life story and share his with her. There was no hanky panky (dammit!), not even kissy-kissy (dammit again!) and he asked to see her this weekend for another date! The only thing Nicki is sure of at this point is that he does have money and that he is cute and smart. Her slave-dar needs to be re-calibrated! She couldn't even pick up if he was submissive. But then again, he could have put on his best poker face and not let her penetrate the depths of his potential servitude, yet. We shall see. But as for the winners of the first DATE or SLAVE contest, peewee and Ember win! Which means Ember doesn't have to pay for drinks the next time we go out. Sorry peewee, since you aren't in the area, we can't slide you any free libation sensations, but next time you 'tip the elbow', it's on us!

And what about kidney bean? Have you enslaved him completely yet or is he trying to escape your grasp? I bet he loved kissing your boots Empress Sara. It's great that truly hot girls, when they crank up the dominance, can inspire this kind of servitude amongst certain men isn't it. I know for a fact I'd do anything you told me and I've never even met you! I fear taking it to any next level because my addiction and devotion and submission to you is already absolute. Catastrophe is the next step!!! Haha! But if I lived near, and worked with you then I would just fall at your feet forever. I suspect kidney bean is about to experience similar feelings!

Right you are peewee, kidney bean is trying to escape my grasp on his complete tailspin into enslavement! He believes, as most younger doctors do, that they have god-like powers and are god's gift to women. This is reinforced every day they go to work, where not only nurses, but also female patients flirt with them. These subtle or not-so-subtle golddiggers are just dreaming of hitting the Doctor Lottery. In our un-socialized health care system, some docs can rake in the bucks. Plus being a doctor's wife, carries some cache in our society.

I imagine kidney bean is making well over $200K in his burgeoning specialty and especially given the aging population in SoFlo. But what he needs to realize is that with me, there will be no traditional dates. There will be hanky panky; however, just not the type he would like to engage in! Yes, there will be more boot-kissing. But he vetoed the chastity device. However, on weekends where he's not on call, I told him I see no reason why he can't be cock-locked. He said it's because that's when he plays the most, he loves 'outdoor adventures' and other pursuits where he couldn't possibly have his member in an uncomfortable cage, or so he claims. We shall see. He is taking me to dinner this weekend and he's begging for a movie. And I shall use all my dominant wiles to steer his devotion my way!

Mr. Maserati!

Nicki reports that she has a date tonite. Altho she is not sure, if by the end of the date, she will be in bed with the guy or if he will be her slave.... hmmm I detect a package check coming up! Nicki was out jogging earlier in the week in her nabe (neighborhood) and a car slowed down, she thought it was a Ferrari or Lamborghini, the cute driver chatted her up a bit. Turns out he lives in the same nabe, is available (divorced) and owns a security company. Later, a flower delivery arrived at the place she's living at, with the corniest of corn syrupy sickly sweet notecards: You Made My Day! (plus his cell phone number) So the wind-up is they are going out tonite and that it was a Maserati, duh Nicki, learn your Italian sportscars! But at least it wasn't a red Maserati, so there is hope for the outcome of the date. I alerted my gf's that we must make bets on DATE or SLAVE! The texts are coming in fast and furious. SLAVE is winning! Ember is holding out for DATE! Ember?? Who runs a Loser Dating Service?? Maybe she just thinks all dates are slaves!!!

Kidney Bean - My New Slave!

Kidney Bean is a doctor, a nephrologist (kidney and hypertension specialist), who has been eyeing me up since the first time he saw my ass. He has a lot of elderly patients, as do I, so we frequently cross paths. I combed over my 'work' contract to see if there would be any conflict in enslaving this doc, sexual misconduct was listed, but while there will be plenty of misconduct, none of it will be sexual ha! Kidney Bean, coincidentally or deliberately, also reviewed rules that would possibly govern his misbehavior and since he's not in supervisory capacity over me, nor I him, he's in the clear. No wait, I will be in supervisory capacity over him, just not the type listed in his contract!

Although he acts professionally, if not a trifle flirtatiously with me in a work setting, I could tell he was the adrenaline junkie type after I hunted him down online and found vacation photos to intriguing locales doing adventurous things. He suggested dinner and a movie. I suggested drinks so that we could get to know each other better, and then decide if we wanted to head out for dinner from there. After two drinks I dropped the Domination bomb on him, which blew him away but not off. I sensed he was fascinated and wanted to know more. So I told him if he wanted to be involved with me, it would not be traditional, there were plenty of women he could engage in a vanilla relationship, that what I offered would be quite rare, and much more adventurous (yes I appealed to his sense of adventure) than he had ever experienced before.

He confirmed that all the girlfriends and dates he had in the past were purely vanilla and with women who wanted him to take the lead in the relationship. He said he did not really want to take the lead, but did so because it was just how it played out. He really wanted a woman who would take control.

Kidney Bean is cuuuute, 32, has a nerdy boy-ish look, doesn't look like a doctor, that is, if there is a particular doctor-ly look. He could be any random guy you would pass by, and not think he was an M.D. if you were playing the profession guessing game. All he asked of me was that we not do anything in public that would embarrass or humiliate him, because we wouldn't know what 'eyes' might be on us, and while I agreed, I also pictured in the future, his pure helplessness as he might get face-slapped or verbally upbraided in public if I simply felt like it.

So I put him thru his first humiliation which was to strip in front of me naked, while I reviewed his body and of course, I found an average skinny whiteboy dick and smallish ballsack, not worthy except as toys. He begged to kiss anything on my body, so I made him kiss my boots (this was because we met up during the record-breaking low Miami cold snap when temps dipped to freezing and I had to break out my northerly footwear and outerwear!) After delivering a good tongue polishing to my boots (oh by the way one of my Niteflirt slaves had given me an e-gift card to purchase them thru Amazon), he begged to be able to masturbate. I went back to his pants, removed his wallet, removed $200 in cash, told him no, and left. He kept ringing my cell phone and texting, begging me to come back.

I decided to drop by Nicole's club, to see how she was doing. The cold was keeping everyone at home, so not much was going on. I told her about my new slave and she said we must think of some totally wicked things we can do to him together!

I texted Kidney Bean and told him to go online and start looking at chastity devices. He texted back NOOOOOOO. But no, of course, means YESSSSS. I'm sure, he'll be locked up in NOOOOOO time.

Nicole SITZ! Ember is the SHIZNITZ!

Nicole and Ember went skiing in Colorado this past week. They reported it was ultra cold so they spent more time in the hot tub, doing indoor sports ;-) and at the various area clubs. This is about how good Nicole skis. But she looks good while doing it. Nicole leaves more sitz marks (butt prints in the snow) than stays up on her skis. But I'm sure no one minds coming to her rescue. She reports she did do a member of the Ski Patrol, who was ultra hot in bed and hung for a white guy.


Ember pursued losers! Her business is open 24/7!!! She met a lonely divorced wimp from Long Island, his retiree parents live in Florida, in Pompano (as in Pompano Beach to all you non-Floridians). He told her he can't wait to see her again. She made him give her $$$ to prove his interest in her was genuine! And that he wasn't just giving her a line! Nicole and I have created a monster!

I just noticed, after looking at this pic again, it looks like Nicole's ski pole handle is a black cock phallic symbol!!!

Update from Ember: Pompano has been emailing her way too much, so she told him her time isn't free and made him give her a spendy Victoria's Secret e-Gift Certificate. I haven't gotten one of those in a while, even though I have ordered various slaves to indulge me. Ember must have the bewitching 'magick' or have found a completely helpless worm who obeys her every command!

Remote Control

Danny told me he wants to try out being dominated. "Try out" was the exact way he put it. I think it means he just wants to appeal to me somehow, because I refuse to be in his harem. So I agreed and have an evil plan in mind. I'm going to tie him up to his bed, then leave with a few credit cards from his wallet. Go shopping for about an hour. Return with remote control vibrating buttplug (pre-purchased, the sexstore is too far away to get it PDQ) and Nicole, who has agreed to play. Insert buttplug, leave bedroom, mix drinks (he has a well-stocked bar for parties at his place) and play with the remote control, up down up down. Yell from bar area, how does that feel bitch! Then take turns for tongue rides. Jerk him off. Put his credit cards back in his wallet, remove cash. Untie his wrists, but not his legs. Leave.

Results of our New Year's Eve Contest!

We ran a contest to see who'd make the most money on New Year's Eve. Nicki finished in 1st place with $1,000 before taxes working as an ER Nurse, Nicole came in second, Ember came in third, I came in fourth, Taylor in fifth. Last place loser was supposed to buy us all drinks, but in this case, it means Taylor (who is a niteclub bartender right now), will just slide us free drinks on Girls Nite Out. Nicole reports that slave idiot will be our chauffeur! Because there is no way we are going to call up Chippenstalker!

Unsure when we're going to be able to pull off a Girls Nite Out due to all our various schedules, but since my birthday is coming up on the 27th, it might be combined with my birthday!