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!
Showing posts with label kidney bean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kidney bean. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Friday, February 05, 2010
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!
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!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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!
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!
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.
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