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!
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
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....
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, July 31, 2009
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
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!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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.
Photo: Richard getting his dance on
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Buzzzz
Parties are in, bottle hostesses are out? The economy is to blame, my quasi-boss laments, but it's not all doom and gloom....
People want to escape, people want to go to a party! So clubs are throwing more parties, promoting more of a party atmosphere. Model-esque bottle hostesses are disappearing, and the point is? That was my old job. But at least there are other ways to sling drinks besides overcharging for a bottle of Grey Goose and set-ups.
Click for the story from the NY Times. Truly the authority on the Miami Club Scene duh huh?
Miami Club Buzz
BTW, club Louis is where Shamwow Vince picked up the blonde naughty hottie who he later SlapChopped.
Parties are in, bottle hostesses are out? The economy is to blame, my quasi-boss laments, but it's not all doom and gloom....
People want to escape, people want to go to a party! So clubs are throwing more parties, promoting more of a party atmosphere. Model-esque bottle hostesses are disappearing, and the point is? That was my old job. But at least there are other ways to sling drinks besides overcharging for a bottle of Grey Goose and set-ups.
Click for the story from the NY Times. Truly the authority on the Miami Club Scene duh huh?
Miami Club Buzz
BTW, club Louis is where Shamwow Vince picked up the blonde naughty hottie who he later SlapChopped.
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