TheSlaveTrade

2012-01-22T20:30:00.002-05:00

Fag-o-Sexual Action at the Adult Bookstore

Episode #1

Dear Sara

I went to the adult bookstore as you commanded and there was a tattooed and pierced white chick working at the counter. I went to the back with tokens to watch the films waiting for cock to suck to fulfill your wishes. I saw a booth where a guy was just leaving so I went into that booth thinking there might be some movie time left. When I walked into the booth there was a fresh load of cum on the screen dripping like ice cream melting down a cone, so I licked it up, watched some movies, and jerked my cock. It was a slow nite, there were no cocks to suck, or so I thought. Then I went to the toy store section of the bookstore and bought the delay spray like you told me to, so I could be humiliated by the clerk chick who did an evil kind of laugh as I bought it. Then I left.

Episode #2

Dear Sara

I called the bookstore this morning at 11am and a girl that sounded just like the girl from yesterday answered the phone, so I hung up and went over to the bookstore since you commanded me to go back and suck cock and buy something else humiliating. But this time it was a black chick behind the counter. I walked around for a little while looking at various items. I found a big black suction cup cock that was about 11" in length.

I walked up to the counter and I was already red. I deserve to be punished because as I paid for it I told her this is for my wife. She said I am so tired of middle age white women wanting all the black cocks. They are the best but white women don't deserve them. There were 2 people in line behind me and she said loud enough for them to hear: you need to make sure your wife will like this but please refrain from licking the TV's clean and laughed. Here is a sample lube and a condom, you need to go to the video booths and work this into your faggot ass. My heart was beating out of my chest as I took them and headed to the back. I overheard her tell the couple behind me that I was the loser that just loves licking other losers cum from porn screens. How did she know? Did the tattoo chick show her a security video of me in the booth from yesterday?

I put in some money and stuck the suction cup to the wall. I tried for a while and could not get the huge dildo in my ass which became sore. So I took my dildo and went home. It's really too big for my ass, please don't make me fuck myself with it.

Episode #3

Dear Sara

I went back tonite as you commanded and the black girl was there. First thing when she saw me she said: get over here. I did and she told me she heard I bought the delay spray and I was more of a loser than she thought. She then told me that there are no cameras above the booths only in the hallway as that would not be legal as she winked. I didn't get it so I said, well how did you know and how did the other girl see a video, she winked again and said the same thing. I got it that time.

She then proceeded to tell me that she might have some friends who would want to meet me sometime. I gave her my number (I am worried about that). Then she told me the action is upstairs at the theater, which I didn't know about. It's private, you have to pay a $10 membership to join, I guess to make it "legal". So I paid and gave her a $10 tip and went to the theater at her command. I sucked 2 guys off in there before a couple of trolls who wanted cock to themselves bullied me out of there.

I guess that's why there is no action in the booths there, everyone goes to the theater??

2011-11-24T19:54:00.000-05:00

Nicole and I have a Fan!

You are so incrediably cruel to men. I've been beating off a lot to your journal reading about how you take porn-addicted losers like me and push them even further down the gutter, to the point that they lose everything, end up living in a cardboard box, and still have to beat off to you nightly while thinking about what a bitch you are! Fuck, you're an unfair manipulating beautiful teasing bitch! I love it when you force guys to pound hard liquor while beaing off until they pass the fuck out. I hope that I can find you available for calls sometime soon so that I can get a seriously hard forced intox and chronic masturbation session from you. All I am is a loser and a chronic masturbator. I beat off at least 6 times per day to thoughts of hot girls like you and your friend Nicole rejecting me, humiliating me, and openly laughing in my face at how pathetic I am. My entire "love life" consists of gigs of humiliation porn, my balled up fist, and industrial-sized jars of vaseline. I do hope that I'm able to contact you soon. And may I ask if your hot friend Nicole has a niteflirt account (or a clips4sale store, a youtube page, a blog, or anything) so that I can try to contact and serve her as well? It is so unfair how you two use your beauty to take advantage of stupid horney men like me. But being taken advantage or, rejected, humiliated, and laughed at is all that I stroke and squirt to while pounding down as much hard cheap booze as I can.

ps from Sara - Nicole doesn't have an online life unless you count Facebook and she won't reveal her Facebook to losers like you!

2011-09-11T07:50:00.002-04:00

Mixed Nuts

I wasn't sure what was up with slave nuts, lately he hadn't been doing as many CBT sessions with me. So when I confronted him about it, he sheepishly revealed the dreaded truth: he had started to date someone. This is often the kiss of death as in the end of a beautiful Dom\sub relationship to use two overused cliches. Slaves tend to evaporate when they start to date.

I've found that if a slave is getting vanilla sex with someone NEW, their desire for kinky sex or kinky encounters wanes, that is, until the newness wears off. So, you say, I shouldn't let him date? He's a session slave, not a personal slave. Outside of my kicking his balls, smacking his balls plus using footwear and apparatus to inflict CBT, I didn't own this slave. He's a masochist, not a submissive, per se. He submits to pain. So I wasn't surprised that he started to date someone. He probably needs sex. But when the plain old vanilla sex wears off, I know he'll be back for more flip-flop and stiletto CBT. Till then, there's always fatfuck...

2011-08-06T10:22:00.002-04:00

Nicole's New Slave

Nicole has a new slave to replace Kweer who vamoosed and not a word since. Her slave Idiot still pops up the periscope every now and then for a financial domination afternoon of shoppery topped off with ballbusting and sock pussy. Anyway, Nicole found a small dick loser slave who has long hair, which I don't like on guys except Troy Polamalu. Troy Polamalu, now I'm distracted thinking about him, I'd rather think about Troy than Nicole's loser slave. Nicole's loser slave runs a painting business so she's trying to think of a name of a painter as his slave name, like Van Gogh, but hasn't settled on a name yet. The guy is divorced and it's hard to believe he was ever married, he's such a fucking wimp! Nicole promised him a foot fetish double domme session and we delivered. The guy was dickless, his peen was a stubbin and we made him kiss our feet, sniff our heels and drink room service champagne out of our heels, then he begged for a foot job, but Nicole told him to hump the floor while he gazed at Nicole and I played footsies with each other. Then he must have spurted because he made this wimpy pathetic yodel and lay on the floor trying to catch his breath. Gawd it's hard to believe someone ever even had sex with this loser! Then we took our money and vamoosed. Nicole always wants to go shopping with fresh cash. I told her I needed to bank mine which made Nicole get sad face, then she went shopping by her lonesome.

2011-06-11T06:49:00.004-04:00

forced fat phone sex!

Forced fat phone sex is similar to forced intox phone sex except you force a slave to get fat. With my forced fat phone sex slave, butter gutter, there's also an element of forced intox too, read on. butter gutter has gained so much weight that his work colleagues and friends have commented about his rapid weight gain and some even suggested he get checked out for a glandular problem. LMAO! The only glandular problem that butter gutter has is in his gonads.

In fact now, he's been making lard balls for me, yes, out of lard, real bacon lard that he must eat on his cam for me. To make the lard-eating experience more visually appealing for his Mistress, he's permitted to dip them in those confetti colored ice cream sprinkles and mangia!

I really want butter gutter to gain a pound a day, but he's only been gaining about a half pound a day on his lard, butter, tub of cake frosting, candy bar and scotch mixed with heavy cream diet. Yes, that is the forced intox aspect, he has to drink at least 4 Scotch & Creams every day! Right in a row!

butter gutter had to buy new clothes because he gained so much weight, but I didn't want him getting spendy on getting outfitted for his fatass when he should be spending money on his Mistress instead. So I made him go to a thrift shop for his new lardass wardrobe. And I made him take his old clothes to a consignment shop so he could make $$ from selling those and use that $$ to buy more fat clothes as he gets fatter and fatter!

2011-06-11T06:31:00.003-04:00

ball slicer

I have a new slave who is also working up to cutting off his balls for me. He's been wearing a stretcher band one to two hours per day to begin to numb the scrotal nerves and he's ordering a cigar cutter that looks like a fancy guillotine to cut his balls off.

He's been ball punched and kicked for many years by Mistresses and a real girl who was into ballkicking, but unfortunately the real girl moved :-( He's been wanting to castrate himself, because he reports that his balls are pretty useless, they've shrunk in size from all the CBT, it takes him forever to get an erection that he can't maintain anyway, and when he is able to masturbate to orgasm, he spurts very little. He also thinks they're not producing very much testosterone, because he has very little body hair any more and can go days without shaving.

To humiliate himself, he also goes on dates with the ugliest women he can find in his area on Match.com (because he's not bad-looking) and then when they are so desperately horny to have sex with him, find out he has an erection problem. They reassure him or pity him at first thinking he's nervous, but then after they find out he's a deadfuck, get pissed off at him and break off with him.

A few have suggested he use Viagra and he's thought about it to humiliate himself even more, because while he'd be able to use his penis like a dildo, he'd get no pleasure himself. Becoming a eunuch is his only option. He doesn't deserve to have balls!

2011-04-23T20:12:00.002-04:00

Flip Flopping

Since some of you begged to hear what is up with my latest slaves, here are a few morsels for your delectation. nuts gave me a really nice tooled leather purse from Rio along with some really pretty intricately beaded flip flops. He knows I have a purse addiction, lol, and he has a flip flop addiction. He's addicted to me beating his balls with flip flops. So of course I had to break in my new flip flops, not just wear them. Since they have leather soles, I needed to scuff them up a bit so they weren't so slippery when walking, but also the leather was really evil to smack his balls with, that inimitable sound. So I was happy with what nuts bought me while he was in Brazil for Mardi Gras since fatfuck let me down when he went to Hawaii and came back with lame tourist-y gifts.

Have I heard from my Forced Intox slave? No, not the slave featured here on my blog, but I have heard from another Forced Intox slave who loves draining a bottle of Jack Daniels and then passing out till his money runs out on Niteflirt. I hear him snoring and I put the phone down and then I collect his money. I'm sure he wakes up with a hella hangover and a hella ding to his credit card. While I wake up with a nice hella bunch of Niteflirt dollars!

2011-03-15T04:21:00.002-04:00

brazil nuts

A few of my Niteflirt callers have asked what I've been doing lately to my pain slut nuts a/k/a my ballbusting and CBT slave. nuts is part brazilian, but born in the USofA, so he looks like most South Floridians, Hispanic. He did go down to Carnival this year, that fucker. He claims he was also visiting relatives. I told him to buy me something, he said he did and will give it to me tomorrow, it's a surprise, whatever it is and it better be good. I see him about once a week, but not every week do we do a session, because he has to have some recovery time LMAO. We usually go to dinner on the "off" weeks, because he likes being seen with a pretty girl and I like free dinners because I hate to cook, no really I like to cook, just not for me myself and I. Actually, nuts isn't bad looking, but not my type. I guess he wants the illusion that we might be dating, when we're hell no not, and more importantly he does have to pay to take me out regardless if his nutsack gets crushed.

By special request from some of my CBT and Ballbusting Niteflirt callers, I'm working on a new Niteflirt Pay-to-View on how to bust your own nuts. Yes, DIY Nutbusting for when I'm not around to inflict pain on your worthless nads. I should have the Pay-to-View Assignment done within a week, so look for it on Niteflirt and be prepared to pay, literally and figuratively.

2011-03-05T22:45:00.002-05:00

Forced Intox Blackmail Money Slave is Back

Dan the Forced Intox money slave returned for an early morning of debauchery. Click on the link to see an earlier recap with photos of a previous Forced Intox Blackmail session. Loose lips sink ships and Dan's lips definitely sank a few during this Niteflirt phone call, I picked up a few more interesting blackmail bits:

His father's office number at the Foundation his father runs
The name of the Foundation
How his family made their fortune
Dan's fraternity nickname and his fraternity's website
Previously, I got the phone number to the parent's house, but not
the address, but this time, voila, I got the address too!
I kept the chat log of our convo while Dan was on the phone and
Dan did a very kinky forced intox cam CBT masturbation show for me
In the chat log, Dan confesses what he would have rather been
doing, and it wasn't Tequila and beer!

This is the tamest picture from the screen captures Dan! As you can see below, ladies and fags, Dan is a cute guy when he's not en flagrante! But he can't stay away from the sauce and the femmes fatales who force him to indulge!

So let's see how long it will take Dan to pay my Blog Post Removal Fee! The countdown begins....

2011-02-07T15:08:00.001-05:00

butter gutter

The new gutter slut has been ruined even further. He has gained more weight and can't fit into his pants, well, he can still zip them but can't button them, so he has to make sure a belt keeps them up. I see clown suspenders in the near future LMAO. His coworkers and friends have commented that he's gotten a little porky and maybe he needs to "lay off the bacon." But I just upgraded him to a butter and bacon diet! A stick of butter and bacon for breakfast, a BLT with extra bacon and mayo for lunch and more butter and bacon for dinner. If he can't get to a BLT for lunch, he must hit a drive-thru and order anything with bacon. Double bacon cheeseburger!

He also had to give his blow-up sex doll a name, Michelle, and has to refer to her around the office as his new girlfriend and talk about their dates, e.g., what movies they've watched together. He's even supposed to talk about how Michelle is very kinky in bed when he's talking to his male co-workers or friends. Of course, everyone is waiting to meet the infamous Michelle now. Better keep Michelle inflated, gutter slut!

Since Valentine's Day is coming up, he was ordered to buy Michelle some new lingerie at Victoria's Secret, I made him measure up Michelle to be sure everything will fit. Michelle is quite petite, she's no blimp even though her gutter slut boyfriend is turning into one!

Of course, there will be a VS e-GiftCard for his Mistress for Valentine's Day!

2011-01-23T03:41:00.002-05:00

new gutter slut update!

I love ruining men. It's a power trip to take a man who people might think was a normal guy, and turn him gay, sissy, turn him into a hooker, force intox him and make him do stupid things that will ruin his life. And then before he knows it, he's starring in his own version of Leaving Las Vegas, except some cute escort hooker girl isn't going to let him live at her place while he's on the downhill gutter slide. No! My gutter sluts have to live on the streets or in seedy motels or in alleys in refrigerator boxes, sleep on the beach, live in their cars. Whatever ruination awaits them, it is their fate, and the fate that I have forced on them.

So my latest gutter slut is worried that his job is now in jeopardy as he has been answering the phone at work when people call him by his sex slave name and then trying to joke his way out of it, but he reports people at work are getting a little worried about him. He also hasn't been shaving or showering and he hasn't been wearing appropriate attire to his office. His all-butter-all-the-time diet has made him gain 4 pounds already and he's stopped going to the gym. He's been driving around at nite with a blow-up sex doll in his car and yelling out the car window that he's GAY or a FAG or a SISSY. Since he's not allowed to drunk drive, forced intox awaits when he gets home, where he has to do multiple shots of Scotch and get stupider and suck on weird things around the house (like shampoo bottle cock) and hump furniture.

It won't be long before I totally gutter sluttify this slave. Too bad he only rents an apartment and leases his car, he has no assets, not even a 401K that I can suck dry. So this gutter slut will be ruined, just because....

2011-01-23T03:30:00.002-05:00

bye bye balls!

Right now, ballboy's pathetic penis is locked up in a dick cage (CB3000) but in a few weeks, it's going to be time to take this bitch's balls using a band castrator. ballboy is going to apply the band on cam and there is no way once it's on, to take it off. Severe! He doesn't deserve his balls anyway, so turning him into a nut-less eunuch is completely justified. Femdoms have owned eunuchs for centuries. Without testosterone, eunuchs are just little bitches who Femdoms can use for their amusement and of course, profit. In fact, since this bitch can't go thru with his cam castration ceremony for a few weeks because of needing to get the money together for his Niteflirt session, he should be working two jobs! One to pay his minimum bills and the other job to tribute his Femdom owner! Well he did drain his Niteflirt account today with a tribute, but these tributes will need to be fatter and more frequent as I turn this eunuch into a complete worker drone and nut-less slave for me. And he will also remain in chastity, perhaps without orgasm ever again, as his total focus should be on serving me, not on masturbating or even having a sexual thought ever again!

2011-01-08T12:23:00.001-05:00

a new gutter slut?

I had a Niteflirt slut ring me up last nite who wants to be totally ruined "just like the gutter slut" and asked if I've heard anything lately from him/her. I said no, I assume I totally ruined that sissy faggot and that she must be sleeping in a cardboard box, raiding dumpsters for food and sucking cock for booze money. Gutter slut had been sinking deeper into my forced ruination. I was responsible for him getting divorced, I turned him into a total sissy, (okay now I'm going to refer to him as "her" since I sissified her). I made her live in seedy motels, streetwalk (yeah I pimped her out) and I made her suck cock at the bookstores. Gutter slut was on a Colt 45 and greasy fast food diet, but didn't gain weight, because she had to walk everywhere and was only allowed to eat 2 meals a day plus drink her hooch. My ruination caller found all of this so hot and wants this to be his fate too. A new gutter slut! I can't wait!

So far my new gutter slut has to answer his business calls with his new sissy girl name, break up with his girlfriend, eat a stick of butter a day, drink multiple shots of scotch a day (forced intox!), jack off compulsively, drive around with a blow-up sex doll in his car and more humiliating things than I want to publish on my blog, I'd rather have you ruination sluts call me live on Niteflirt and find out how I would ruin you too!

2011-01-08T11:59:00.001-05:00

mixed nuts

I asked slave nuts how and when he first found out he was into ballbusting and ballkicking he said it happened during a karate class when he was in college. He was up to a purple belt (whatever that means). He got kicked in the nuts accidentally by a girl in the class. He doubled over and tears came to his eyes, though he didn't feel like "crying", he claimed it was some type of physiological response. The other girls in the class giggled at his weakness. Ever since then he craved the fantasy of getting kicked in the balls by a girl, but kept it repressed, meaning he never asked any of his girlfriends or his ex-wife: hey, would you like to kick me in the balls? Instead he sought out Mistresses. This began, he said, back in the 90's. Ballkicking and ballbusting weren't popular fetishes back then and most of the Mistresses he sessioned with were way more into stereotypical CBT or cock and ball bondage and didn't understand his fetish. One Mistress would go as far as stepping on his balls, he said, but not that hard, because she didn't want to ruin his balls by popping them. Well, I guess that was nice of her LMAO!

So, he claimed, he gave up on indulging his fetish with Mistresses and would just masturbate to it. Then he began noticing very kinky ads on Craigslist and on a Sugar Daddy website where he could search for local Sugar Babies. These ads seemed to be placed by real girls, not just Mistresses and it excited him more that a real girl might kick him in the nuts again. He said that the whole dungeon theatrical Ice Queen Mistress scene kind of put him off anyway. A real girl had kicked him in the balls and that had set his fetish into motion. When he confessed most of his jerk-off fantasies to me, they involved situations where real girls kicked him in the balls for some reason whether it involved public humiliation such as in a karate class or some other scenario.

So he began responding to some of the kinkier ads and placing ads himself. Through the power of the internet, he found real girls to kick his balls! He said the girls definitely understood it and most of them enjoyed it. But none of them were into a regular arrangement, they seemed into it only when they needed money. A few years ago, nuts responded to my kinky profile on the Sugar Daddy website and we had a few sessions. But then when I jammed my heel into his balls under a restaurant table during dinner one nite, he flipped out. I immediately wrote him off. How dare he? He was supposed to be my slave. But what I didn't quite understand about nuts was that he's mostly a masochist and fetishist. He doesn't consider himself to be submissive, even though I do. He told me this later, when we got together again. My stiletto heel impalement took him by surprise and that while public humiliation was definitely in his fantasy scenarios, he had problems reconciling it into reality scenarios. Plus the fact that ballbusting gives him nausea, so he can't combine it with a dining experience lolol. To give him credit, he did try to get back in touch with me, but I have a temper and I'm quick to cut a guy off, if he pisses me off.

So as I've revealed, our paths crossed again a few years later, and now nuts is my ballbusting slave who I see every few weeks to ballkick and beat his balls with high heels or flipflops. Flipflop CBT is fun (for me!) He'll take me out to dinner sometimes, but only lite footsie action. He likes our dinner convo to be about kinky stuff, hehe, I'm sure he goes home and jacks off to it. I still want to give nuts a few more fetishes, namely strap-on and cocksucking, we'll see if I can work him up to it. So far, he hasn't seemed interested. He's offered to worship my ass, but I'm more into something I can really control and dominate with like facefucking him with a girl cock!

2010-12-13T03:32:00.002-05:00

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!

2010-10-16T14:23:00.001-04:00

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 storyon 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!

2010-10-04T04:53:00.002-04:00

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

2010-09-16T03:28:00.001-04:00

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.

Sorry I haven't been writing as much, I know how lame I am, so kick me in the ass with a Pay to View on Niteflirt. I deserve it.

2010-09-11T02:50:00.001-04:00

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?

2010-08-26T16:39:00.009-04:00

Say NoNo to CoCo

As Nicole closes in on her 29th birthday, not just her forever 29th birthday, she is having a mid-life crisis, if you can call 29 mid-life. While Nicole is maintaining her stripper age at 24, if you remember, she was 23 for many years before deciding to put another candle on the fake cake. But real time cannot be slowed or stopped.

I think Nicole has breathed in too much strip club air, or inhaled too many other toxic substances as she texted me and all of our friends that she no longer wants to be called by her nickname Coley, she now wants to be called CoCo. No one except Nicole thinks this is a good idea. In fact most of us googled the name CoCo and found a far more infamous BBC loving blonde, interracial sex Goddess, wife of Ice-T and fetish model, Nicole "CoCo" Austin, has already co-opted the name.

CoCo and her Killer Cameltoe!

2010-08-13T12:44:00.002-04:00

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!"

2010-08-03T17:56:00.006-04:00

Dinner with Nuts

Heading out to dinner now. High heels ready to impale Nuts at the table. Full report after dinner. Sending out a tweet now too. If you aren't already obsessing about me enough, follow me on Twitter!

Dinner Update

Nuts was overly enthused to see me. You would have thought I only had tossed him out of my slave harem yesterday. My faux phone call to his mobile phone yielded impressive results. A slavetoy more willing to be as submissive as his Domina wishes. Nuts is a masochist, but doesn't like the dungeon esconced Dominatrices. He craves pain from a real dominant girl who knows how to dish it along with heavy duty verbal battery.

So yes, I dug my high heel into his balls as we sipped wine before dinner. He asked me not to deliver too much pain after the food arrived as he was afraid of his weak stomach, he said that pain makes him nauseous. I wonder if that was part of his issue before, that he just hadn't expressed his physical capability parameters of public play.

Nuts reported it was hard to find girls who wanted to literally bust his balls. He had been using seekingarrangement.com but dropped his membership as most girls there were purely looking for sugardaddies. He found better luck on collarme.com, specifically, a mean girl at FIU.

He said she would bring a safety person with her for ballkicking sessions who was always annoying the vibe by texting or doing something else that he found distracting. Or she brought her boyfriend a couple times, who proclaimed Nuts a fucking faggot and watched tv while his girlfriend collected the dough and dinged his nutsack. When he asked her not to bring her boyfriend again, the FIU girl freaked out. Nuts isn't the gay type yet, too much testosterone in the room ruined his subspace.

The most favorite thing Nuts told me that she did to him was smack his cock and balls with her flip flops! Flip flop CBT! He also liked when she kicked him with her bare feet and walked and stomped on his balls, he paid extra for "barefoot" contact. So at least Nuts has expanded his repertoire from high heel obsession into more creative Sukeban and impact play. Thank you FIU girl!

Nuts didn't want to be kicked after dinner either, he was afraid he would puke, so I'm going to wear my flipflops and annihilate his cock and balls tomorrow, and make some cash.

2010-07-31T09:09:00.004-04:00

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.

2010-07-03T19:01:00.010-04:00

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.

2010-06-27T02:41:00.004-04:00

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.

2010-06-27T02:23:00.003-04:00

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?

2010-05-29T01:57:00.010-04:00

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!

2010-05-29T01:46:00.007-04:00

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!

2010-05-12T01:06:00.004-04:00

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.

2010-05-03T00:14:00.009-04:00

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....

2010-04-24T01:28:00.008-04:00

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

2010-04-24T01:28:00.005-04:00

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.

2010-04-16T17:24:00.003-04:00

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.

2010-04-12T15:09:00.000-04:00

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!

2010-04-11T16:42:00.009-04:00

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!

2010-04-11T14:30:00.008-04:00

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!

2010-04-05T02:52:00.005-04:00

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.

2010-04-01T02:20:00.009-04:00

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...

2010-04-01T02:03:00.005-04:00

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.

2010-03-24T16:16:00.008-04:00

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!

2010-03-22T01:54:00.006-04:00

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!

2010-03-13T00:26:00.005-05:00

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.

2010-03-11T14:05:00.005-05:00

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!

2010-03-11T13:15:00.007-05:00

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!

2010-02-24T15:23:00.004-05:00

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?

Click for Article

And Click for Another Article with Video Clips

2010-02-23T22:21:00.004-05:00

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!

2010-02-17T17:09:00.005-05:00

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!

2010-02-13T13:46:00.011-05:00

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!

2010-02-07T12:47:00.006-05:00

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!

2010-02-07T12:38:00.005-05:00

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

2010-02-05T23:08:00.011-05:00

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!

2010-01-28T06:19:00.010-05:00

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!

2010-01-22T12:56:00.004-05:00

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!!!

2010-01-17T11:13:00.013-05:00

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.

2010-01-10T15:26:00.007-05:00

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!

2010-01-10T15:17:00.004-05:00

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.

2010-01-03T17:57:00.007-05:00

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!

2009-12-24T05:36:00.002-05:00

If- (Was A Night Before Christmas)

If you can ask Santa for another year of celibacy, when all about you

Are kissing under misletoe and blaming it on you,

If you can worship Black Bulls so that girls humiliate you,

But make allowance for Empress Sara's teasing too;

If you can send Christmas wishes to Sara, Nicole and Ember, as you're cruelly berated,

But never pretend to be hung, don't deal in lies,

If you're there to be laughed at, don't give up because you're hated,

Accept your place this winter, and your feeble penis size:

If you can dream of Sara - and pay her every Xmas Bonus Buck

If you can think of Her - and make those thoughts your aim

If you can hope for girls to go black, and accept that white boys suck,

And encourage real men to hit on your most beloved old flame;

If you can bear to hear the brutal truth the Goddess has spoken

And look upon Santa as a cuckolded fool,

Realizing that, to Mrs Claus, he is no more than a token,

As on Christmas Eve she's filled and thrilled with Big Black tools:

If you collect all your presents, cash and trimmings

And send them to Ruiness Sara who is your true Boss,

And when you've paid, start next year at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and mind and purse

To serve your Empress for now and forever,

And accept your shriveled, snow white willy is the worst

But that being owned by sweet Sara is worth the endeavor!

If you can sing your Christmas Carols with meaning and virtue,

Then talk with Size Queens you can never touch,

If the hotties in red Xmas stockings laugh at, and hurt you,

And this makes your lil' dick stand out, but none too much;

If you can fill 2009's final minute

With sixty seconds' worth of Niteflirt fun,

You belong in Sara's Playroom, with everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Yuletide Cuckold, every last one!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) & Peewee (1976-Present Day)

peewee that is truly amazing, I went back online to read the original poem and you've crafted something quite extraordinary! Merry XXXmas! ~ Ruiness Sara

2009-12-24T05:04:00.006-05:00

Blame it on the Leather

Since quite a few of you have asked, what did fatfuck get me for XXXmas, call it a holiday gift, since he's Jewish....

Yes, fatfuck was my biggest holiday contributor, in cash that is, he paid via meeting up with me in a Coach store. I love the smell of the Coach Leather Goods store, I couldn't work there, the smell of leather is just too intoxicating for me, I'd be in a perennial sexual swoon.

Apparently, in the Fuck household, it is traditional to do the one gift each nite of Hanukkah. Fatfuck, who never plans ahead in such matters, was picking up another gift for Mrs. Fuck every day. Jewelry, scarf, an orchid for her collection, etc etc. On the 8th day he had run out of ideas, so he offered to give me my holiday cash and begged me to help him with the final gift of the holiday. So I told him to meet me at the Coach store at an appointed time. Fatfuck now has a 'driver' due to his heart condition. At the appointed time, Fatfuck appeared, handed me my cash and I showed him the handbag I had selected for Mrs. Fuck. Perhaps I should have charged a personal shopper's fee in addition???

I picked the fugliest handbag, but later I realized the error of my ways. I should have listened to Nicki. I was talking to her on my cell, she said, if you think it's fugly, she will probably like it! So pick something you like, so she will hate it!

I felt like slipping a note inside the handbag before fatfuck arrived: Your husband is a FAGELE! He sucks cock. He licks my ARSCH! I missed my golden (no pun intended) opportunity.

2009-12-19T18:24:00.010-05:00

Happy Holidays from me and Nicole!

I'll be home for Christmas....home here in FLA that is. Will spend a few hours with my Dad then go up to Mom's for her annual Italian food feast. My sister is going to work so she can make like $1,000 doing a 12 hour nursing shift, but will be at Mom's for a few hours before she has to don her scrubs. My sister doesn't mind working around the holidays as the iota of altruism in her drives her to work so that one other nurse with a family doesn't have to. My Mom also wants to indulge her George Clooney crush and see 'Up in the Air' with me. I don't know if I'm going to be tortured for 2 hours or surprised if I end up liking the film.

Since some of you have asked if I want anything for XXXmas, well yes! Amazon e-gift certificates would be awesome and most welcome. You can email a gift cert totally anonymously from you, if you don't want me to know your real name, which is why I suggest this to a few of you who guard your privacy and will the wife bitch if she sees a charge form Amazon on the credit card statement? Nooooo.

Nicole is going on a ski trip to Colorado after New Year's when there is a major lull at the club. The question is: does she ski? Well um kinda. From what I hear she spends most of her time looking cute in her skiwear or in the heated spa or at the niteclubs. Then I assume she and evil Ember will be plotting their trip to Hungary!

2009-12-19T18:05:00.005-05:00

Nicole and Ember are going to Hungary!

No they're not going HUNGRY! They're planning on going to Hungary. But first, they must learn some key words in Hungarian:

Mi forró remek amerikai lányok és szeretnénk megtesznek minden ön pénzt!**

Yes, gold-digging Nicole and loser dating specialist Ember have their eyes on the prize! Two homeless Hungarian men who have been living in a cave just hit the lottery!

Grandma died and left her long lost grandsons and their sister 7 billion dollars. Quick math, divide by three: each of them get 2 1/3 billion dollars. These men are no match for two wicked American blondes. Nicole can pole dance around stalagmites or stalactites without tights. Even if the gold-miners only get a million, spending a few hours learning some Hungarian will pay off!

Click for News Story

**Translation: We are two fucking hot American girls and we are here to take your money!

2009-12-13T21:12:00.004-05:00

Nicole's XXXmas Present is going to be....

For some naughty but nice-sized previews, check out the publisher's website:

BIG PENIS BOOK

Now why the publisher chose a pink background for the Penis Book cover doesn't make sense to me, but I am willing to forgive this faux pas, as my Size Queen juices started flowing as I gazed upon the sneak preview collection of massive cocks I wished I could either suck or fuck.

2009-12-13T20:42:00.004-05:00

Tiger's Fall-out

As some of my blog readers know, I have an on-again off-again thing with Danny-boy, who has a sports marketing firm, its specialty? Endorsements for golfers. He's not at the Tiger Woods or top player level by any means, but the fall-out of the Tiger Woods situation is that with potentially less viewers for the televised events if Tiger isn't playing and / or a big drop in interest in the sport if Tiger isn't playing, means that there will be potentially lower revenues, lower purses and lesser endorsements. So he's in panic mode, fearing a huge drop in what he can secure for his clients as far as endorsement deals. I had dinner with him tonite and he was clearly stressed out. When a sport relies so heavily on one superstar, if the shine gets tarnished on that star, the repurcussions are seismic, closest to the epicenter, radiating outward, diminishing in strength, but still palpable.

As I've mentioned before, Danny would be closer to my heart and pussy, if he weren't such a man-whore. But he did give me 4 boxes of golf balls, and some golf towels to give to my Dad for Xmas! Scratch another name off my Xmas list.

P.S. And scratch another name off my list as Danny also hooked me up with some tennis swag for my sister for Xmas!

2009-11-23T00:24:00.007-05:00

Fucktoys Part I: Arion

So many of you have asked about my fucktoys, ask and maybe ye shall be rewarded ....Expect a 4 part series!

I use studboys with large cocks like I use my dildos. Toys in the drawer I pull out depending on my mood. Different flavors, large sizes. Just one is different. He uses me as much as I let him which still means I have the power. It's just that I can never reach him when I want him. This gets under my skin, the one way fuck street. I have to wait for him to get in touch with me. I instinctively jump when he texts.

Arion: ur pussy wet?

me: NO (I lie)

Arion: get wet

me: WHY

Arion: Im cumming over

Playing hard to get is impossible with Arion. Arion never sets up anything more than 10 minutes in advance in his life, including getting laid. Depending on where he's driving around Miami, he probably has all his chicas marked on his GPS, so he calls or texts the closest girl to his location. But Arion can make me instantly wet. His cock is awesome, his body, his cocky attitude. I open the door, he has already texted me: be naked r wear clothes u dont care abt (yes he will rip them off me). This time I have on a black tank top and a pair of black thongs. My sacrifices to sex.

I open the door, he walks in. Fuck traffic, he says. Then he grabs me. Pushes me up against the wall. Should I fuck you right here? I wanna see your tits. I pull up my top over my tits. Perfect tits. He yanks my thong, it digs into my ass crack and slit, he yanks harder and I hear it tear, he lets it fall, unzips. I pull his shirt off, I want his skin against mine. He has very little body hair, he's half
black, and his skin color is the color of cappuccino. My girlfriends say he looks like Lenny Kravitz, I agree. He's got a delicious body, delicious skin, scent, pheromones. Fuck cologne, ugh, I hate when men douse themselves with that. I need to inhale skin, natural scent.

I want to devour his body, but he denies me access by immediately fucking me. I only get to kiss him, to suck on his tongue, to lick his neck while he fucks me. He's strong enough to hold me up or pin me against the wall and do me. This wall abuts the neighbor's. I can picture them with glasses cupped to the wall listening to the pounding, the moans, my orgasms. I like an audience, aural or otherwise.

I've been fucking Arion and his thick 8" cock for 7 years. I might be the longest on his rotation too. Somehow we haven't gotten sick of each other. But probably because we spend no actual time with each other to get on each other's nerves. It's all about the fucking or sucking. Very little convo.

After we fuck there isn't anything to say. How've you been. Good, What've you been up to. Same old same old.

After he leaves, I get out my vibrator and buzz my clit. About 5 minutes later he texts: Wuz it good. As if I need to answer....

2009-10-25T21:31:00.003-04:00

rHonda paid for my Honda 3xxx

Nicole is getting jealous that all I have to do is snap my fingers and rHonda pays for my Honda. rHonda earns it, but I deserve it! Keep slaving away rHonda as I still have 2 more years till it's paid off ;-)

2009-10-20T21:59:00.007-04:00

A Special Message to THE PIG

Nicole wants her new Corvette now!

THE PIG can drive a clunker!

2009-10-20T21:16:00.007-04:00

upDATES

Ember

Yes, she is still using Loser Lee. She 'broke up' with him so he would come crawling back, of course he did, with money in hand. She also found a new victim from her dating site loser goldmining, Dorko. She emailed me a pic of Dorko to show off her new catch and I recognized Ember's bitchboy! He was a weak wimp who had been on a sugar daddy site, a site that I had been using to find losers to enslave. So I quickly went back to the sugar daddy site to see if his profile was there, but it had vaporized, so apparently he was looking for dates after striking out as a sugar daddy.

According to Ember, he is very willing to pay for dates, because there would be no way his ass would get dates otherwise. And once when he asked about sex, she smacked his face! Then she made him say he was sorry for asking. I'm glad Ember put him in his loser place. I had put him in his loser place over a year ago, meeting him for coffee and getting $100 from him, but I think I scared him off, my demands and expectations were too overwhelming. But he can handle dinner plus movie or other dates on a pay-per-date basis. Pisses me off that I didn't give the wimp a faux girlfriend alternative, but sometimes I get carried away with being a dominant bitch.

Nicole

She has her pet cocksucker Kweer who is a quite lucrative gayboyslave forking over cocksucking fees. She also has summoned slave idiot this week and is waiting to see if he either shows up at the club or calls her back. It's about time we went on another slave idiot Amex shopping spree!

Taylor

Are wedding bells in Taylor's future? Y-E-S! She is willing to marry this total loser to take everything from him, we mean everything, all his assets, even his beloved golf clubs. If he doesn't marry her (and get divorced hahaha 24 hours later), her parents are pressuring her to go to law school. Her parents are both lawyers and find her current occupation (bartending) an abomination. Taylor just doesn't think she can go thru 4 more years of school. Her parents are willing to cover law school, but she'd have to move back home! Fate worse than death!

fatfuck

...is busy too busy always busy. Since he's back to work, after having quadruple bypass surgery, he's been too busy to play, and he hasn't been able to do much except watch me play with Nicole, fearful of running his b.p. up too high. But I think I'll hit up fatfuck for a shopping spree, since I need to keep the fatfuckfishy nibbling at my hook.

2009-09-29T02:05:00.005-04:00

This will be NICOLE'S !!!!

CLICK HERE for DETAILS!

2009-09-29T01:55:00.004-04:00

KWEER

...is Nicole's newest slavetoy. He comes into the club and begs her to be pimped out so she sends him to the closest ABS and orders him to call her cell phone* and leave a message of him slurping on a dick. He doesn't have a cell phone camera otherwise Kweer would be taking pix of himself sucking dicks. She charges Kweer a $100 cocksucking fee. Then he must cum back to the club, pay her another $100 fee and go into the Mens Room and stare at guys peeing until someone asks if he's a faggot. Usually, she sends in Antonio the big black bouncer if someone hasn't faggotized him. He's also supposed to start setting up ads on Craigslist or gay sites and suck even more cock. Oh and the best part, Kweer is married LMAO!!! Nicole sends him home with cum breath. It seems like dickless wimps all over, not just on NITEFLIRT, are being turned KWEER by beautiful girls....

*her "work" cell phone lolol that she never answers but will listen to voicemails, this is so she can have a number to give out to guys who ask for her number, it's in her best interest to give them a number to get more TIP$...

2009-09-25T00:25:00.009-04:00

BYE BYE CORVETTE!!

A script for a short film by THE PIG

Starring: THE PIG (also known as 'IT')

Co-starring:
Sara
Nicole
Taylor
Ember
Nicki
Judith (Nicki's friend, also a lawyer & hardcore man-hating lesbo)

Premise: Nicole is going to take THE PIG's Corvette!!!!

THE PIG's thespian moment a/k/a pathetic monologue:

OMG SARA..... PLEASE STOP...... YOU'RE SCRAMBLING my FUCKING PIGGIE MIND.... DEAR JESUS PLEASE STOP.... YOUR WORDS ARE CONJURING UP THE MOST INTENSE IMAGES... MAKING my little pigtail SO FN STIFF..... PUSHING me DOWN TO my KNEES, NAKED, MOUTH WIDE OPEN OBEDIENTLY TO RECEIVE WHATEVER YOU DEEM APPROPRIATE....my MOUTH AN INSTRUMENT TO AMUSE YOU.... TO GARGLE OR HOLD CUM.... TO TAKE 1, 2, 3, 5, 10, 20 AS MANY COCKS AS YOU WISH... ALL SHOOT IN my mouth...

OH LOOK..... ITS NICOLE AND SHE'S GOT THE KEY to the CORVETTE!!!!!!!!!!! AND OH GOD IT HITS ME... BEING MANIPULATED AND COERCED AND USED BY THESE EVIL HEARTLESS MERCILESS MANIPULATRICES INTO ACTUALLY GIVING my VETTE AWAY....... OMG O JESUS CHRIST..... THEY WEREN'T JOKING OMG OMG THEY ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO MAKE THE PIG DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG NO RULES ANYMORE..... THEY WANT TO GET me COMPLETELY FN OUT OF my MIND

Action:

WE TIE THE PIG TO A COUCH CHAIR STRICTLY LEGS PULLED APART, DRESSED UP, TIED UP, FUCKED UP, LIPSTICKED, HIGH HEELED, LEWDLY SPREAD AND SWOLLEN TIED UP COCK AND BALLS...... LOTS OF DIFFERENT GIRLS WITH VIDEO CAMERAS....

THE PIG: i'm DIZZY SARA i think i'm GONNA PASS OUT.... PLEASE HELP ME.....

SARA: (SMILING WICKEDLY) 'OF COURSE I'LL HELP'.... 'HELP NICOLE GET HER VETTE (EVIL LAUGHTER)!!!

Action:

THEN YOU GET ON ONE SIDE OF ME AND NICOLE GETS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF ME AND OOOOOOOOOOOO NICOLE HAS my VETTE KEY AROUND HER NECK DANGLING AND i FEEL LIKE i AM AT AN EXECUTION....... AND i want to die.... o cum and die at the same time..... AND TAYLOR AND EMBER COME CLOSE TO FILM IN CLOSE UP and i REALIZE THAT THIS IS WHAT i AM SUPPOSED TO BE..... YOUR TRUE OWNED SLAVE.....

AND THEN JUDITH APPEARS FROM THE CROWD AND OPENS A LEGAL SIZED FORM RIGHT BELOW MY RIGHT HAND AND I LOOK AT YOU AND YOU ARE GIDDY WITH DELIGHT AND I LOOK AT NICOLE AND SHE LOOKS POSITIVELY PREDATORY BUT AMUSED..... AND NICKI PUTS A PEN IN MY HAND AND AT THE SAME TIME YOU AND NICOLE TAKE TURNS ALMOST IMPERCEPTIBLY STROKING MY BOUND GROTESQUELY SWOLLEN TIED UP COCK.....

Sara and Nicole: "IF YOU DON'T SIGN ... YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CUM!!!!!! BUT IF YOU SIGN WHEN WE TELL THE PIG...... IT WILL BE THE ABSOLUTE BEST ORGASM OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE TEN TIMES OVER!!!!!!!"

THE PIG'S PATHETIC MONOLOGUE continues:

AND OMG OMG OMG HELP HELP ME HELP ME..... i KNOW THIS IS TRUE!!!!!!!! HELP ME HELP ME....... HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING???????? BUT ITS SO GOOD.... I LOVE SARA AND NICOLE GOD FN GOD...... STROKING S O O O O O O O O SLOWLY..... AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH getting close!!!!!!!!

Sara and Nicole: "AND IT WILL ALSO BE THE LAST ORGASM YOU HAVE FOR AT LEAST A MONTH ..... BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING INTO CHASTITY RIGHT AFTER YOU SHOOT AND YOU WILL BE IN CHASTITY FOR US FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!!"

Action:

SARA PROUDLY DISPLAYS THE KEY FOR THE CHASTITY CAGE TO EVERYONE.... STROKING AND STROKING JUST A LITTLE FASTER SARA MILKS THEN NICOLE MILKS AND THE GIRLS FILM AND it FEELS its PIG PAW MOVING TO THE SOLID LINE ON THE BILL OF SALE.......

WHAT ONLY $1.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE PIG'S MONOLOGUE oinks on:

AND DEAR GOD HELP me i AM SOOOO EXCITED AND MY BEAUTIFUL OWNERS ARE GOING TO TAKE POSSESSION OF me AND BE IN CONTROL OF EVERY THOUGHT I HAVE, EVERY EMOTION i FEEL.... EVERYTHING i DO...... BE I CONTROL OF MY VERY RARE ALLOWED ORGASMS.... IN CONTROL OF WHEN I EAT, WHO I SUCK, WHERE I GO, IN CONTROL OF WHAT I WEAR, IN CONTROL OF MY ERECTION AND MY VERY EXISTENCE.......... AND I KNOW THIS IS WHAT I NEED..... OH CHRIST ITS COMING SOON ITS COMING SOON ITS COMING SOON.....

Sara and Nicole: "NOW LET'S SEE THOSE TEARS WE ALL ENJOY SO MUCH CRY BABY CRY!"

Action:

AND AS IF A SPONGE HAD BEEN SQUEEZED THEY START TO JUST STREAM DOWN MY CHEEKS ALONG WITH GENUINE SOBS.... FEELS LIKE MY CHEST AND COCK ARE GOING TO EXPLODE TOGETHER..... S T R O K E...... i WAS BORN TO BE A PIG FOR THESE GIRLS I THINK AND IT FEELS SO PERFECT AND YOU ARE BOTH SMILING SO VERY VERY EVIL AND IT'S SO HAPPY CAUSE IT MADE YOU BOTH HAPPY YOU WITH THE CHASTITY KEY AROUND YOUR NECK AND NICOLE WITH THE VETTE KEY AROUND HERS...... THE PRECUM IS JUST GOBBING OUT THE TIP OF MY COCK NOW WHICH LOOKS LIKE A PURPLE PLUM..... THE TEARS ARE STREAMING DOWN.... AND NOW........... OMG OMG OMG....

NICKI PULLS MY PIG HEAD WAY BACK AND THEN BACK DOWN TO SEE MY RIGHT HAND .... MOVING BY YOUR WILL AND NICOLE'S WILL, COMPLETELY OUT OF MY CONTROL..... AND AS THE CUM BEGINS TO ERUPT SARA MAKES ME LOOK RIGHT INTO THE CAMERA AND SAY:

"i'm THE PRIVATE PROPERTY OF SARA AND HER GIRLFRIENDS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND AS MY HAND FINISHES THE VERY LAST STROKE OF MY SIGNATURE JUDITH SNATCHES THE PAPER AWAY EVERYONE LAUGHS AND CLAPS AND YOU LOOK AT ME AND SAY, "SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE BEING OUR PIG.... SHOOT IT HIGH IN THE AIR FOR US PIGGY.......AND SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH YOU'RE A LITTLE CRYBABY BECAUSE NICOLE TOOK YOUR CAR AWAY"

Tears tears are streaming while ITS cum SHOOTS UP INTO THE AIR. THE EVIL MANIPULATRICES WERE RIGHT, THE MOST INTENSE ORGASM EVER and NO SOONER THAN THE LAST DROP, THEY CLAMP ON THE CHASTITY CAGE AND LOCK UP MY COCK.

Nicole: "WIPE the WINDSHIELD WITH YOUR TEARS and TONGUE CRYBABY!!!"

Action:

THEN NICOLE AND SARA DRIVE AWAY in the VETTE laughing and laughing, the VETTE is decorated with tin cans tied to streamers off the back, clanking down Ocean Drive, but instead of a sign saying JUST MARRIED, THE VETTE has a bumper sticker that says:

JUST $1 OINK OINK

2009-09-19T18:41:00.002-04:00

TWEET TWEET!

Add me to your follow list:

Follow Me on Twitter

I will be posting snippets of what is going on in my real world and NF updates, specials, etc.

Sign up on Twitter or if you're already signed up, follow me around ;-)

2009-09-14T13:40:00.004-04:00

Look the Part, Play the Part

As many of you have been asking for the update on my latest faux girlfriend gig.... Yes, I went as faggyboy Adam's faux girlfriend to his father's 50th birthday shindig. It was a huge event (over the top!) with Adam's family, and his dad's friends and colleagues. At first, I wasn't sure why Adam even needed a faux girlfriend, it didn't seem like I was such a necessity until I met Adam's brother and his brother's hot piece. Then it became clear, this was a duel of the hot piece girlfriends. I had deliberately JAP'd myself up a little bit, glaring nail polish, a trifle more make-up and jewelry. Look the part, play the part. I pulled it off. Adam was clearly gloating, selling his porno collection on Craigslist was worth it, if only for a few hours, to show everyone he was equally capable of having a hottie girlfriend and cast the illusion that he wasn't a loser, until the carriage turned back into a pumpkin and the dress back into rags as he made his way back to his place to find the cotton candy pink-haired bongsucking leech stoned and snoozing on the sofa.

2009-09-14T13:36:00.002-04:00

rhonda paid for my HONDA again!

As Nicole and I regaled everyone (terribly) in a previous recording, rhonda made my Honda payment! Again, 2 months in a row? Let's make it 3 rhonda ;-) As mentioned in a previous posting, most of Nicole's Mustang was paid for by slave abe. I should just be able to snap my fingers and rhonda should click!

2009-09-05T21:30:00.006-04:00

On the Edge

As my faux girlfriend gig approaches, Adam informed me that my paid appearance fee is sitting in the safe at work. What? Why? Because Adam is so compulsive about his weakness for 420, he didn't want to blow the money he made from selling his porn collection on Craigslist a/k/a my faux girlfriend fee, literally, blow it. So he asked the boss at the club to put the money in the safe and not to give it to him for any reason, even if he begged, until the appointed date and only when I show up with him to pick it up and head off to his father's 50th birthday party.

I asked Adam today how his girlfriend feels about not going to the birthday party, solely because Adam didn't want to present the pink-haired, tattoo'd and pierced bongsucking leech as his girlfriend with all his relatives there. He admitted 'hint hint' she's not really his 'girlfriend girlfriend'. So she's a weed whore, was the drift I picked up. Altho she now lives at his apartment, because she'd be homeless otherwise. She cooks, cleans, gives oral, but according to Adam, can't get her act together. Meaning she can't keep a job longer than a few weeks and doesn't spend much time looking for new ones. Her parents had kicked her out of the house and she'd been on the sofa circuit (crashing on different sofas) till she landed on Adam's.

I asked if she had any talents, career goals? He just laughed. She does have some talents, he reported. Yeeeah, of course. But she even got rejected when she sent some pics to apply to be a Suicide Girl! Massive blow to her self-esteem or lack thereof. When she does get a job, he said, instead of kicking him over some money toward rent or bills, she spends the money on body art and ornamentation. I can't imagine a life at 25 where there is no future except watching more tv, occasionally running a vacuum, getting a new tatt or piercing when there's cash and sucking on cock to get to suck on a bong.

Despite my lack of responsibility in certain areas of my life, namely partying, I still have a core, an ethic to work hard, do something with my life and when I see a girl who just has nothing, no core, no work ethic, I wonder how long can she hold out? How long can she play Scheherazade to Adam's Persian King before he gets bored or tired of her bullshit. Before she ends up getting kicked out of his place, sleeping on the beach and working a corner where the cars slow down to check out the merchandise.

2009-08-28T16:03:00.003-04:00

Wedding Bells for TayTay?

One of my Niteflirt sluts is utterly mesmerized by my girlfriend Taylor and said he would be willing to give up all of his assets to be married to her for just 24 hours! A marriage that would only be consummated by him kissing her feet. After all the assets are transferred, Taylor has agreed to split them among all the gf's. This loser doesn't deserve to have anything, so we should just take it. And if it takes a 24 hour marriage, Taylor is ready, willing and able.

So among our take will be a condo, an SUV, a liquidated 401K, cash, golf clubs (minus a 4 iron), and other assets too numerous to list here. And why does the little maggot loser get to keep a 4 iron you may ask?

You see TayTay and her fiance will be shopping for a new home, well his new home that is, at appliance stores. He will be inquiring about REFRIGERATOR BOXES. Because he will be living inside of one in an alley, in FTL. He will be permitted to wallpaper the inside of his new cardboard condo with pictures of Taylor's NYLON SOLES and keep his 4 iron to fend off his spot in the alley from other bums.

But TayTay's fiance will be no unemployed bum, he will be working in FTL and giving his paycheck to her. He won't even get an allowance, because he can dumpster dive for food, beg for quarters to do his laundry and suck cock if he needs to make enough to get a monthly gym membership to take daily showers!

2009-08-24T00:43:00.005-04:00

Oh Faux!!!!

Faggyboy 420er Adam has asked if I can show up to a family event with him, a 50th birthday party for his father, because he needs a presentable girlfriend instead of his current pink-haired, tattooed and pierced bongsucking leech. He also asked if I could pretend I was Jewish!!!! Sara will pass as a Jewish name, but my last name no. He told me to use the last name Cohen if asked. Oy vey! Of course, this is a paid appearance and it's 3 few weeks off yet, so I can prepare for my faux-ery. I couldn't believe the dollar amount he offered me, because Adam always plays poor. However, he gleefully reported he had sold his entire porn DVD collection on Craigslist. He said there's enough free porn on the net and doesn't need his DVD porn anymore. So true!

2009-08-17T15:50:00.003-04:00

Car Facts Report

Who needs $4,500 from the government to finance a new car, when pretty girls should have slaves to finance theirs!

A while ago Nicole and I sang our way thru a Niteflirt recording about rhonda paying for my Honda, it was a very corny song with a chorus of: rhonda has to pay for my honda (I know, how original). Well rhonda did make my Honda payment this month haha. Thank you rhonda! And remember there are 12 payments every year!

Nicole's 'Stang is completely paid for, she paid cash, well this was a few years ago, back when her g-string was flapping with bills like palm fronds in the wind. Tho her major car cash contributor was her most spendy slave of all time, slave abe, the jeweler! Too bad slave abe came down with senile dementia or alzheimer's, or his family claimed he did once they found out how much money and jewelry he had given Nicole!

2009-08-16T17:05:00.007-04:00

upDATES

So many have asked: did idiot show up as commanded at the strip club to spend even more $$$$ on Nicole. Alas no, he did not. As usual, idiot disappeared back into the ether, to recuperate from the financial and emotional devastation that Nicole and I dished out.

So many have also asked: did the baby whale who dropped $500 for a tiger stripe peek-a-boo ever show up at the club, and that answer is also no, strike 2 Nicole.

Even more have asked: did we play with fatfuck in our clamdigging session, and the answer is no, fatfuck was just an audience. I'm sure he was testing his cardiovascular system to see if he could handle watching such hotness without overheating, which he could, but he didn't wank or ask for any ballkicking or other favors haha. So we both spit in his mouth, which he loved, and he forked over the dough like a good little fat doughboy. He wants to book another session in about 2 weeks. He also looks very different, healthier. He shaved his beard and 'stache. He's lost alot of weight. I joked that he must have gotten a complimentary gastric bypass with the quadruple bypass and he said no, he had hired a nutritionist to consult over his diet and then hired a cook to prepare all of his meals. He is going to be exercising, and wants to lose 75 more pounds. A skinny fatfuck! Just say no!

And last but not least, so many have asked: Did Nicole shave the tiger stripe or keep it? Nicole waxed it. So the rare, natural blonde tiger stripe disappeared at the muffrippers (waxing salon). But Nicole can always revive it, if the offer is right!

2009-08-09T01:25:00.002-04:00

Ass Fresheners!

Nicole said that a club customer gave her a crisp bank $20 and a crisp bank $1 and asked if she would stick the $1 in her ass crack to scent it and give it back to him and keep the $20, which she did. She reported that he sniffed the bill then put it in his wallet. What's up with all this sniffery?

Nicole told him to dangle it from his car's rear view mirror like one of those little pine tree car air fresheners. Ohhh he said, there is nothing like the smell of money and a girl's ass....So if you see a guy driving around Miami with a $1 bill dangling from his rear view, you will know it's one of Nicole's ass fresheners....

2009-08-07T16:47:00.007-04:00

Shut up and Sniff!

So on Tuesday afternoon, the idiot took Nicole and I shopping. Nicole and I bought sundresses and then a pair of sandals each. We also got manicures and made the idiot wait while we got our nails done. The only magazines at the salon were girlie mags, Nicole made him read Cosmo. Nicole was going to make him blow on our nails to dry them instead of using the mini-fans, but there were too many other matronly type customers who might have freaked. The girls who worked there got a major kick out of the whole scenario, because we made him over-tip them and thank them profusely for doing our nails so beautifully.

Then idiot got to do 'sock pussy' in his SUV while we acted excruciatingly bored, in fact, Nicole started brushing her hair while idiot was begging to see the blonde tiger stripe, so finally Nicole flashed the tiger stripe and brushed it with her hair brush, told idiot to shut up then made idiot sniff her hair brush. Then after idiot spurted into his sock, Nicole cleaned her hair brush, and gave him a little tangly snatch of hair and told him to go home and sniff that and masturbate onto it. Which I'm sure the idiot did.

The Take: $450 for the sundresses and sandals
Manicures with Tip: $90
Tiger Stripe Viewing Fee: $300 (of which I got $100 for my time)

Plus idiot is supposed to come to the club tonite or tomorrow nite to worship Nicole, if his Amex and cash stash can bear it, we shall see....

2009-08-02T21:15:00.003-04:00

The Lure of the Blonde Tiger Stripe

So the baby whale did not show up, which means that Taylor and Jessica owe Ember and me drinkies. Taylor will probably just tell everyone to come to the club where she bartends and she'll slide us freebies. While the baby whale did not answer the call of the blonde tiger stripe, slave idiot did!!! Nicole did not even summon the idiot, he just showed up, or should I say her blonde tiger stripe's incredible mesmerizing power summoned the idiot. Then Nicole led idiot around by his dick literally. She made him pay for the VIP area. Then she flashed the tiger stripe. She said his eyes widened when he saw 'it'. At the end of the nite, she wallet raped him by emptying out the remaining cash. Total idiot cash take: $800.

Today idiot called Nicole and said he wants to take Nicole shopping this week and could he see 'it' again. So 'it' is paying off. Nicole told him I get to go shopping with her. Slave adventures on the schedule: Fatfuck is supposed to pay for clam digging and idiot shall pay for shopping and another peek at the rare blonde snatch patch.

2009-08-01T22:25:00.004-04:00

$500 for Nothing?

Did the baby whale pay $500 for nothing? He didn't show up last nite for a peek at Nicole's blonde tiger stripe and I am anxiously awaiting a text message from her to see if he shows up tonite. Could he have been so lit 2 weekends ago that he forgot why he withdrew $600 from the ATM? $500 (plus $100 tip) for Nicole to grow her natural blonde tiger stripe instead of sporting a completely shaved pussy. Now some of you have said, well she could just bleach it, but she is a natural blonde. OK so she's a dishwater blonde. And she sees an ultra faggy hair colorist to do very natural highlights. But her club selling point is that she's completely natural, unlike the peroxide bleacher creatures with bolt-on boobs.

Bets are riding on show or no-show, so we will see....

2009-07-31T15:19:00.006-04:00

Miami Condos 50% Off?

Yes, it's true! 50% off. Check! Please! Previous prices were hyperinflated, so prices are now "in the reals". Ocean view condos still command the highest per square foot prices compared to bayview or inland, no surprise. Rent-to-own condos are popping up. And with a glut of rental units, rents are dropping with renters making more luxury demands as well. We want granite! We want stainless steel! Spin the wheel, make your deal!

Read the New York Times article here

2009-07-29T19:38:00.004-04:00

Fatfuck Canceled Clam Digging!

Postponed till next week, same time, same place. He left a message that he couldn't make it, that fucker! But Nicole and I are ready....haha we practiced.

2009-07-25T17:55:00.002-04:00

Clam Digging

Fatfuck called and wants to see me this Wednesday afternoon, but not for the usual session before his QBS. He said he's been testing his cardio by watching porn on the internet, and so far hasn't tripped a switch, so he thinks his heart can handle watching me and Nicole or Taylor go clam digging and scissor legging and getting all lesbionic. I gave Nicole first option and she said YES! So a-clam-digging we will go. The only thing is, will fatfuck be able to withstand the feral power of Nicole's emerging blonde tiger stripe! He claims he will not be jerking, just watching.

2009-07-22T06:21:00.006-04:00

The Bets are In!!!

Taylor, Ember, Jessica and I are running bets on whether the Baby Whale will show up in 2 weeks to check out Nicole's rare blonde tiger stripe.

CLICK HERE for the Blonde Peeks Blog Post

We are betting SHOWS or NO-SHOWS. I think since Baby Whale has $500 invested, he will SHOW. Taylor says NO-SHOW, he was just drunk, horny and spendy that nite. Jessica says NO-SHOW because he will be onto the next thrill. Ember is vacillating, because she doesn't really think too deeply into the behavior of the male species, but she put her money on SHOW to even the odds. Well hmmm maybe she is more astute than I thought. Nicole doesn't know we are betting. And the loser(s) must???? Pay for drinks on a girls' nite out and serve as the designated driver(s). Well the loser(s) can always call Chippenstalker for driving services!!!

2009-07-20T02:23:00.004-04:00

Blonde Peeks

I went pool whoring this afternoon with my girlfriends and got updates on everyone's slutty activities. Nicole has a new baby whale who spotted her at the club for not having fake peaks. She also added while doing a lap dance that she was even more rare. When the baby whale inquired how so, she replied, that she was a natural blonde, probably the only one in Miami. (Well make that the only one in Miami who swings around a pole.) So he asked if she could prove it and she said not at the moment because she was completely waxed. When he asked how much to grow a little tiger stripe, Nicole reflexively blurted out $500. He said no problem, he would be right back. He must have gone to the ATM, according to Nicole, because he came back with $500 and another $100 tip for the lap dances. He told her he'll be back in 2 weeks for a peek. Nicole is now wondering if she might be able to get more tips for peeks at a real blonde snatch patch.

2009-07-15T23:18:00.005-04:00

It's in his Kiss....

and no it wasn't me, Nicole, Ember, Taylor, Jenn or Jessica....

but French pro tennis player, Richard Gasquet, insists that a kiss from a mystery woman known only as 'Pamela' who he met and fooled around with in a Miami niteclub during the WMC (Winter Music Conference) left him with cocaine residue in his boca that caused him to test positive for blow. The Winter Music Conference is when heavy-duty DJ's spin at all the popular clubs, everyone dances and gets a little wild. But somehow I doubt that enough coke grains, as his lawyer claims, were passed when they swapped spit. Com'n it goes up your nose and you might rub a little of the 'crumbs into your gums' as the saying goes. Still, an independent tribunal believed his claim and lifted the 2 1/2 month ban that had been imposed on him.

Story Here

Photo: Richard getting his dance on

2009-07-11T16:49:00.006-04:00

Financial Domination 101

Nicole and I have been schooling Ember on Financial Domination 101 and plan to go into more depth tomorrow when we go pool whoring. Just a few of the topics we covered with Ember this past week:

1. Always Check the Wallet

2. Grab the Wallet to Check to be sure the Owner isn't carrying a Poorboy Roll (lots of 1's and 5' with 20's or larger bills as bookends)

3. Check the Owner's Credit Card Stack

4. Check out car, condo, house, etc., meaning Check the Assets!

Ember, to her credit, did check out #4, but ignored the cardinal rule of checking the wallet last week. Last nite however, Ember and I went out for drinks and agreed to allow the loser to meet up with us, so when the loser did pull out the wallet to pay for drinks, she grabbed it and did a little flirtation wave with it asking what she would find if she opened it, teasing the loser. Am I going to find anything I'll like? He didn't even try to grab the wallet back, loser wimp, he just said, ummm ok you can take a look at it. So she opened it up and thumbed thru the cash, quick glance at major credit cards and handed it back to him. I'm sure it made his little peen hard to have a girl look at his wallet. Although the wallet itself was a little beat, don't judge a wallet by its cover ! ;-)

2009-07-05T17:44:00.005-04:00

Fireworks

Ember landed a big loser date who paid her $400 to go out on July 4th, dinner and fireworks. Little did the loser know that there was some engineering behind her paid date. She and the loser would then meet up with me and my sister to see fireworks whereupon we would rave about the loser: so this is the guy you've been telling us about! We've heard so much about you! (vom vom barf barf) You could just tell when we laid it on thick, the loser ate it up with a parfait spoon.

But Ember needs more financial domination lessons. When the loser pulled out his wallet and opened it to pay for some fruit Smoothies, Em didn't even glance at the wallet, which of course, I did. This is Financial Domination 101, CHECK the WALLET! So I've got to give Ember more lessons, but she definitely landed a loser with some cash who is gaga over her.

Poor Taylor and Nicole had to work. Well not poor, as I'm sure they made decent tip $$$.

Nicki wasn't impressed with the fireworks. Apparently, she got spoiled up in Whorelando by the epic Disney fireworks, so Miami paled in comparison. But she did catch up with one of her fucktoys for a quickie.

2009-07-02T03:34:00.008-04:00

Rankings Part Doh

On the subject of Rankings, one of my girlfriends (she knows who she is, since she reads my blog, but would be pissed if I revealed it was HER) told me she was having arguments with too many of her friends and fuck-friends about why they weren't in her TOP 8. So she switched her Friends List to Alphabetized instead of ordered by personal Rankings. Apparently, she was moving people in and out of the Top 8 spots depending on whims.

Not a good sign when your virtual world becomes more important than your real world or when you obsess about who should be in your TOP 8. Alphabetizing solves only a minor Myspace Attention Whore issue, but still does not solve the problem of spending too much time on Myspace. And Glitter Graphics must Go!!! I hate glitter graphics.

2009-06-27T20:42:00.007-04:00

Rankings

Last nite D-boy took me to dinner. D-boy = Danny. This was originally supposed to be 'a double date'. Total cornball term from 1950's movies, I can't believe that's what he suggested we do when he called me earlier in the week. Danny, his brother from Whorelando, me and Nicki. But Nicki is done with all things Whorelando and knows that the doctor, Danny's brother, was only looking for a convenience fuck in Miami. So instead of Danny, Michael, Nicki and Sara, flash back 50 years, it would be Bobby, Tad, Veronica and Ginger going on a double date to the drive-in. No one in the Buick watching the horror flick double feature, we would all be 'making out'. Ewwww no wonder why Nicki took a pass on the past.

But I said yes to the dinner, I don't like passing up free meals especially since I find it impossible to cook for myself, cooking for one? Does it exist? Or is it just a facet of my anorexia that I find it hard to cook for myself. In any case, I felt like a restaurant meal, the whole schmiel. (I can't spell in Yiddish, slave fatfuck taught me phonetically.)

The awkward moment was after dinner, when Danny wanted to head out to any club that wasn't doing a Michael Jackson tribute, I had to concur, I could only take so much of hearing Thriller, Billie Jean remixes, etc etc over and over. So we went to a Cuban place. Danny is Brazilian, well his parents are, so I'm sure we passed for Cubano y Cubanita. I had my favorite Mojitos. Danny was getting amorous, to throw out an old-fashioned word, but I was resistant.

Somehow I can't stand the thought of fucking a guy who is like fucking quite a few other women, women I don't know, I feel like I'm just the calendar girl, log me in on the i-phone as the Friday nite fuck. Maybe I should just look at it like well I need to get fucked too, but there are other guys I have for that, who aren't such man-whores and one is who superstellar in bed. So it's ok for me to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want, I'm fronting a double standard, yet I want a guy to be more selective, more into me? Well yes, hell yes!!! Danny comes in 3rd in my fuck rankings right now. Do girls ever tell guys that? I'm sorry but you're like #3 on my fuck rankings, I'd rather text #1 or #2 to see if they're available.

Or check out new meat....

So I told him I had planned to work, meaning on Niteflirt, which was partially true, it was my back-up plan, so I told him I needed to get back home to hit my prime time, after midnite, make some $$$. He asked how much I expected to make. I wondered why he was asking. Was it out of curiosity? Or was he going to make an offer to buy me out for the nite? So I told him. He gave me a look, a look of disbelief that what I do on Niteflirt can yield that kind of rake. So? I said. There was this very awkward moment where he just looked at me. I could tell he was considering, considering, but he didn't reach for his wallet, didn't make the buy-out offer. Pussy. Total pussy. Because I know he has the money and it wouldn't be like I was a whore, at least by my definition, and even if, so what, I'd make it either way, in the real world or the virtual world.

So I left and caught a cab home. I shut off my cell phone too, I was that pissed. When I got home, I had that itchy feeling to check my cell phone to see if he had called and he had left a message for me to call him back, but I didn't, but there was a message from #1!!!! So I quickly called #1! but only got his VM, called again, VM. Called Nicole and called another girl I know he fucks to see if they were the lucky fuckees, but no. I knew Nicole would be working, but wanted to see if she would have faked a late arrival, flat tires are good excuses for that, in order to get fucked by #1. (Nicole gets more flat tires than anyone else I know hehe.) Then today, #1 called and apologized profusely, he fell asleep, exhausted, hmmmm....ok. I'll let it slip this time.

So I ended up on Niteflirt till 5:30am then broke out one of my toys for my 'sleeping pill' orgasm. I felt like the loneliest and horniest girl in the world.

2009-06-25T01:10:00.005-04:00

Casa del Fatfuck Part Tres

I made another visit to my slave who is recuping from QBS (quadruple bypass surgery). Part Tres featured a surprise: bringing faggyboy Adam (aka jewfro boy), fatfuck's designated cocksuckee with me, posing as my faux boyfriend in case the guardian to the gates of fatfuck's money, better known as Mrs. Fatfuck, was in the hacienda. Prompting a fag on how to play straight was really hard to do, because while Adam claims to be bi, he's really a fag, and tends to put together outfits that are gay, so I had to school him on what to wear to this event and how to act. Faggyboy got paid $100, basically I cut him $100 out of my appearance fee. I should make more appearances! My cover story: I work as a staff girl in one of fatfuck's offices. I never worked for fatfuck, my sister did and reported that he hired only hotties (after all we are talking about plastic surgery offices, so image is important) and fatfuck liked to terrorize his staff, which was why when my sister finally turned the tables on him and enslaved him, it was sweet revenge. So it would not be out of the realm of possibility, that I could work for fatfuck, or that Mrs. Fatfuck would not be surprised by the hotness of any of the staff showing up to cheer up the old fat fuck.

Fatfuck was pretty jovial and looked much healthier than he had before. He had his laptop and widescreen and ipod and a few books laying around to keep him busy, he better be worshipping me on the laptop since I emailed pics of me, no nakey ones, lest I tip his BP too high.

We didn't run into the Mrs. Fatfuck creature, but we did encounter one of the junior fatfucks who is in his last year of med school. I am now calling him Whopper Junior. He was cordial to us and thanked us for visiting his father, clueing us in that his father is quite bored and wants to be back in the swing of things. Speaking of the swing of things, Whopper Junior invited us to a pool party he and Whopper (other fatfuck junior) were going to be holding this weekend, but before Adam could open his faggy mouth, I said my boyfriend (I almost vom'd when I said that word) and I already had plans to go windsurfing. Wow, Whopper Junior said, that takes so much skill, I've tried waterskiing and wakeboarding and parasailing but I admit watersports aren't my thing. Now I could have vom'd again at the irony, because watersports of the other kind are his father's thing, so just wait Whopper Junior, just wait.

2009-06-20T01:12:00.005-04:00

Pole Dancing for Big Black Cock

"might be worth it to get some of these white pigs to learn to pole dance for BBC" -- blog commenter

Actually, Nicole wanted to force her slave poolboy (who chickened out on her) to Club Lexx (the black strip club in Miami) and make him suck BBC for her in the parking lot**, a private room in the club, or even the men's room, whatever it would take. I can picture him swinging around the pole, much to the laughter of all the black ballas, playas, brothas, etc., hooting and hollering at the white boy begging to smoke black pole. Now that would be a hott BBC fag porn that white pigs would jerk to.

**the parking lot is a source of major action, usually drugs 'n ho's, but poolboy would have been forced to cruise for cock, which is kind of a drug for white pigs anyway, so many are addicted to BBC!!!

2009-06-16T18:48:00.006-04:00

Pole Dancing with the Sluts

Many of you have emailed re: Nicole's idea about how her pole dancing reality show sounds great. Some of you have even sent snippets about who already is a hot pole dancer, actress or otherwise:

1. Kate Hudson supposedly has one in her bedroom

2. Kim Kardashian's Mom has one in her bedroom for Bruce Jenner's enjoyment (ewwwww)

3. Britney Spears pole danced her way thru her music video for Gimme More looking more like a crack ho stripper

4. Jessica Biel plays a stripper / pole dancer in "Blue" (this movie isn't even hitting the big screen, guys will have to wack off to Jessica's hotness and boobies on DVD, it's going to direct to video, why oh why, don't movie execs think enough guys will pay to see it in the theater?)

Stripper poles are apparently hot accessories being installed in bedrooms or fantasy play rooms across the country! Yes, it's like: Here's the spa (hot tub), here's the wide screen tv and here's the stripper pole.

Well all I can say is if Nicole gets a reality show, I know she will force me to be one of the pole dancers, and while I would do it for Nicole's sake, I confess while I am good at contorting myself at yoga class, I am not good at swinging around a pole. I tried it when Nicole and I were planning an evil birthday party for Taylor a few years ago, the club was closed, and I really couldn't get the hang of it or the swing of it. Nicole was laughing her ass off. So I could never be a feature dancer, there goes my stripper career that never started haha. And to think Nicole wanted me to start stripping with her when we were both back in college years ago, I went onto Keen instead (now Niteflirt).

And from peewee, more encouragement:

Super idea! Pole Dancing is at an all time high right now, so Nicole should go for it. And if the celebrity angle proves too difficult and/or costly, Nicole could use the confidence inducing aspect of Pole Dancing to sell the 'Plain Jane' unleashes her repressed sexuality through dance idea. Soul enhancing pole dancing! Both men and women would enjoy watching girls-next-door letting their hair down and realizing their potential to become Pole Dancing hotties. As the attached Heather Graham article confirms, it's a perfect solution. Good luck Nicole - go for it!

Heather Graham on Pole Dancing!

2009-06-16T18:41:00.003-04:00

Definately Dominate!!!

Half of my biggest pet peeve turns out to be the most misspelled word in the English language according to this article.

I wouldn't have guessed some of the other words on the list as being in the top 10. And the theorists are blaming texting / text messaging, but I don't think that misspelling 'definitely' as 'definately' has anything to do with texting. I use 'def' as a response to a text, such as:

Nicole: u coming 2movies w us 2nite?

Me: Def!

Who has time to type out definately or definitely while texting....

2009-06-13T23:37:00.004-04:00

Fauxing with You

I really could kick myself in the ass for not exploiting the dating sites for slaves. Ember has been kicking ass and taking names and turning loser dates into cash. She collects $100 to $200 for coffee meet-ups or dinners, this to prove they are serious and funded and aren't losers and if they want to keep seeing her, same deal. And men are willing to pay. I guess they just factor it into the total amount they're willing to spend on dating and it's a sure thing, meaning the date that is, with a real girl, a pretty girl who they can fantasize might become their girlfriend.... But Ember won't sex them up, she sends them home horny, sometimes with assignments.

It's similar to the faux girlfriend angle I played out a year or so ago, but dropped, just got too busy and distracted to keep it up, but never thought of using the dating sites for fishing out the faux. But I even had another girlfriend who I rarely blog about who was using dating sites to meet men and then she would decide if they were worthy of sexing up or making them pay to see her again, not as an escort but to faux them. Why didn't I think of this. Ugh. Sometimes the obvious eludes me.

If men want escorts, there are plenty to choose from on Eros or Craigslist. If men want to spend time with a real girl, they still have to pay. Men always have to pay, that is the ultimate, ultimate bottom line. Sex or no sex.

So if you see ads for me in the near future on dating sites, ha! I'm not interested in dating, I'm interested in fauxing.

2009-06-08T00:52:00.009-04:00

Casa del Fatfuck Part II : Invasion of the Nurse Practitioners

Nicki went to see fatfuck Friday afternoon after her last class of the day in her summer CRNP program. She encountered the elusive creature known as Mrs. Fatfuck whom she reported was "a roly poly cow", with a platinum helmet of what might have been either hair or a wig. Mrs. Fatfuck was obviously aggravated by the commotion of all the visitors. She exchanged bitchy pleasantries with Nicki. "Oh you're studying to be a nurse practitioner, you're trying to put my sons out of business, you nurse practitioners. All the money we've invested in our sons' futures and nurse practitioners are taking over. At least you can't do surgeries, but who knows next they'll start training you to do that, they already have robots doing surgeries, so they might as well let you nurse practitioners cut people open too."

Nicki said fatfuck's heart rate skyrocketed as soon as she sashayed into his room. Fatfuck dismissed Cristobal so he could spend a few minutes alone with Nicki. (Oh the irony because we are shiksas!) He told Nicki he is proud that we have achieved the level we have in the medical field. My sister thanked fatfuck for his "contributions". "Couldn't have done it without you!"

The envelope I picked up from the law office of XYZ&X contained my usual weekly session amount. The envelope was handed to me by a secretary or paralegal who gave me some kind of smug look. I'm sure she was thinking I was fatfuck's plaything picking up a little play money until he could get back to playing live. Nicki gets to pick up her envelope on Monday. I bet the law office will be abuzz that fatfuck has 2 shiksa playthings! How could this be when he weighs close to 300 pounds and the lard must bury the playstick? Little do they know what we do to the playdoh-balls....

2009-06-02T20:19:00.010-04:00

Casa del Fatfuck

Today I visited my slave fatfuck at his house. Fatfuck, my numero uno slave, is recovering from quadruple bypass surgery. In this covert operation, I pretended to be someone who worked at his medical office coming by to see how he was doing. I plain jane'd myself, no make-up, hair in a ponytail, t-shirt and jeans shorts (not ultra-slutty daisy dukes) and sandals. I was prepared if I ran into Mrs. Fatfuck, but she was out shopping. I knew where fatfuck lived, but had never been inside the house. Opulent to say the least. The door was answered by a housekeeper in uniform. I almost slipped and said "I'm here to see fatfuck", but she probably would not have understood me as English was definitely not her first language.

Fatfuck was sequestered in a large room and was being babysat by a huge black islander, a male nurse tech named Cristobal. This is because there is no other way to move the massive lard that is fatfuck without Herculean power.

I wasn't sure what to bring fatfuck, meaning a get-well gift, I asked Nicole and she was like 'your presence is a fucking gift' 'just seeing you may kill him, wear something sexy so he'll die'. Of course you have to understand Nicole's morbid sense of humor. This was another reason I plain jane'd myself. If I had done myself up into a to-die-for look, I'm sure he would have had a heart attack on the spot.

The best part was that fatfuck's heart rate went up as soon as I walked in, as he was hooked up to a heart rate and pulse ox monitor. "I've missed you!" I announced. "Everyone's missing you!" "Everyone?" "Yes, even Adam." Cristobal had no idea who Adam is, this is fatfuck's 'cocksuckee'. I added: "Adam is especially missing his injections". This is a joke because fatfuck does botox injections, but it's Adam who gives fatfuck bo-splooge injections.

Fatfuck asked if Cristobal could leave the room for a moment so he could discuss some private business, Cristobal gave a look then left. Fatfuck confessed that he'd missed me more than he could say and also wanted to know if my sister could visit. He asked if I could do something to him, anything, right at that moment. So I whispered in his ear his favorite Yiddish fetish trigger word 'fagele' (no translation needed) and spit on his cheek, a kiss. His heart rate went up even more. It doesn't take much.

He told me to pull out my cell phone and enter a number I was to call tomorrow. His attorney. "I'm going to call him, there will be an envelope there for you tomorrow, just a little bit, I know Wednesdays were our days." Then fatfuck said he loved me. And I saw his eyes were tearing up. It made me feel very sad. I could see an old man who knew his days were numbered and that there was no love in his life. His wife was disinterested in anything but his money and the only joy in his life was when he and I would get together and I would punish his pathetic fat ass. But he and I would also talk and text almost daily. Although I speak of fatfuck in ridicule on my blog, yes I would cry if he were gone, because he was a good man, a good father, and someone who cared about me, which counting on my fingers, there are few, very few who really do.

2009-06-02T20:07:00.004-04:00

Chippenstalker?

"I've read your recent blog, which - as always - are fascinating, foxy and funny in equal measures. Your Chippendale Chauffeur offer sounds like one you'll explore. If he was prepared to pay you for the privilege of cleaning, driving and serving for you all, then surely he's in with a chance?" --peewee

peewee,

1. I am not holding my breath waiting to see a pic of the 'Chippendales quality body' this #1 fan claims to have. Nicole thinks the email is a joke, but who knows. Hmmmm maybe she wrote it?

2. Chippendales are gay! They may have hot hardbodies, but the general impression of most women is that they're gay. Why women buy their calendars and clamor for lapdances from prancing Chippendale fags at bachelorette parties is beyond me.

3. Ewww do we want a Chippendales fag to know where each one of us lives as he picks us up and drops us off after a nite of clubbing. Major stalker potential.

4. Ewww again, do we want a Chippendales fag to know where each one of us lives as he vacuums our apartments or condos? And his obsession with vacuuming....He sounds like the obsessive type....

It takes a lot of trust to let a slave into your life, or any man, and to let him know where you live. It's so much easier for a girl to give out her Myspace page these days and let guys into her virtual world than her real one....