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!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
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!!!
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!!!
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.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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 $$$ to prove his interest in her was genuine! And that he wasn't just giving her a line! Nicole and I have created a monster!
I just noticed, after looking at this pic again, it looks like Nicole's ski pole handle is a black cock phallic symbol!!!
Update from Ember: Pompano has been emailing her way too much, so she told him her time isn't free and made him give her a spendy Victoria's Secret e-Gift Certificate. I haven't gotten one of those in a while, even though I have ordered various slaves to indulge me. Ember must have the bewitching 'magick' or have found a completely helpless worm who obeys her every command!
Nicole and Ember went skiing in Colorado this past week. They reported it was ultra cold so they spent more time in the hot tub, doing indoor sports ;-) and at the various area clubs. This is about how good Nicole skis. But she looks good while doing it. Nicole leaves more sitz marks (butt prints in the snow) than stays up on her skis. But I'm sure no one minds coming to her rescue. She reports she did do a member of the Ski Patrol, who was ultra hot in bed and hung for a white guy.
Ember pursued losers! Her business is open 24/7!!! She met a lonely divorced wimp from Long Island, his retiree parents live in Florida, in Pompano (as in Pompano Beach to all you non-Floridians). He told her he can't wait to see her again. She made him give her $$$ 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.
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.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
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!
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!
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