the return of fatfuck!

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

GAY or STRAIGHT?

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

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

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

Pole Dancing at the Next Olympics?


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

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INHABITATION!!!!

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

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

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

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

MORON PIG

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

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

My Funny Valentines


fatfuck

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

kidney bean

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

Mr. Maserati

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

Jesse

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

Nicole

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

Ember Wins, She Always Wins

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

The moron Sinks Deeper into Our Abyss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SLAVE UPdates

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

kidney bean

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

Mr. Maserati

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

slave idiot

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

remote control danny

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

fatfuck

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

Mr. Maserati and Kidney Bean Update!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. Maserati!

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

Kidney Bean - My New Slave!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nicole SITZ! Ember is the SHIZNITZ!

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


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

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

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

Remote Control

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

Results of our New Year's Eve Contest!

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

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