A Niteflirt Slave who is Falling under our Spell!!!

I passed out when I got back from the strip club, but I spent the entire morning beating off to Nicole and Jessica laughing and especially to the bikini pic. As soon as I read your words "Nicole in a bikini" I hit the send-payment button. It is completely unfair, that beautiful women like you and Nicole use your extreme good looks to take advantage of little-dick guys like me who have to beat off all the damn time. I so wish I could be the moron who did all of Nicole's chores, and then got some hairbrush hair with a used sock to beat off in. I would pound in and out of that sock pussy while thinking about how beautiful Nicole is and what an unfair bitch she is, until I squirted and filled the sock pussy with long thick gelatinous heavy ropes of cum.

from Sara... Nicole and I are planning a way to get this useless small dick loser to liquidate his 401K for our financial benefit!!!!

Scuba, Scuba Do

It's about time that I have a new real time slave to write about, since slave Avocado turned brown and rotted and claimed he went back to fucking all these chicks he was fucking and didn't need to be a slave anymore, yeah right. Keep paying those hookers at the airport LaQuinta who you find on the Miami Backpage.com ads to fuck your little dick, you loser! So, my new slave will be known as Scuba Do (he likes to scuba dive) and he has even proposed muff diving or pussy snorkeling since he believes his Mistress deserves ultimate pleasure. Of course I do! But, I do not let slaves near my pussy until I feel we have a more intimate Dom \ sub relationship.

I met Scuba Do from a Sugar Daddy website where I make it plainly clear I am only looking for generous, but submissive Sugar Daddies. Some play like they are submissive or play like they are brand spankin' new to being submissive and some fake submissive to try to get close to me so they can make a money pitch to fuck me, but that's NOT going to happen. I'm not a Sugar Baby in the traditional sense and definitely not an escort or hooker. Should I blame a guy for trying to fuck me? No. But I hate when a fake submissive wastes my time. Which is why I make all of them pay to meet me. At least $100, but usually $200 or even more, especially if I pick up the fake slave vibe.

So far, Scuba Do has paid in the thousands for the privilege of serving me since mid May, running errands for me, taking me to dinner at all the trendy places that I pick out. I have plans to take this relationship further. When Scuba Do has been a good slave, he gets to jerk off in front of me. Earlier tonight, I even let him see my pussy, yes, see what he couldn't have and then stroke and pay.

You can stroke and pay for me, too, on Niteflirt, but you won't get to see my pussy, because you don't deserve to!

NEW Slave coming to The Slave Trade

I've been placing profiles on several websites to find a few new slaves. Mostly my profiles seem to be like flypaper, attracting annoying timewasters I just swat away. Feeling the financial pangs since my best slave fatfuck is retired from sessions due to having a pacemaker and other medical issues, I know I need another slave or two to fill that void. I still kick slave nuts in the balls occasionally and have turned him into a cocksucker. I owe my blog and blog readers an update on how I've taken slave nuts from a ballkicking fetishist to a cock gobbler via strap on training.

For now, I wanted to write a little about a new slave I just met who I will be hopefully be using for my financial gain and my amusement! Meet slave avocado. He's an attorney, in spanish, abogado, which is how when I told my BFF Nicole, he's a Cuban guy, an attorney, y'know an abogado, she said: what, an avocado? Ok... our cell reception wasn't good, but the name stuck.

Slave avocado feels like he wants to submit to a dominant girl, but not go through the theatrics in a dungeon scenario with a prodomme. He wants to spoil her and do what she tells him to do... He said he's very new to this, meaning I am the first girl he met who he even discussed his submissive desires with. He isn't the submissive wimp type by appearance or demeanor, he comes across as Alpha confident and accomplished. His desire for submission is the desire to let go, to experience the power exchange which very dominant males like attorneys and others crave when they are typically always in control. Being submissive to a beautiful girl, going into subspace is like an exciting drug. So avocado and I are going to be meeting again this week to talk more about how our Dom \ sub relationship is going to take shape. The more I think about it, the more I like his slave name, a little hard and rough on the outside as a high powered attorney, but green ($$$) and mushy on the inside!

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!

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.

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.

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.

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$...

Nicole's Poolboy

Well she met him at the pool, so we're calling him the poolboy. The poolboy came into town for the Miami Food & Wine Festival and travels into Miami frequently for biz. Nicole is amped that she snagged the poolboy when poolwhoring with stripper girls from work. So Nicole scored while her pole-mates struck out.

Poolboy had to go to the club later that nite and slide Nicole lots of greenbacks. Actually, she made him pay her to give other guys lap dances. Sounds so humiliating, or maybe not, because he could watch, kinda like a porn. Poolboy is a cocksucker and Nicole borrowed Arion and Adam from me on two separate occasions so poolboy could suck some big cocks.

"Nicole, I should be getting an agent's fee or something!" I told her. She was like, "Oh com'n, I'll take us shopping!" But I should have refused giving her their digits (phone numbers) and told her "Get your own damn cocks for poolboy to suck or pay me!" This harks back to the time I wanted to borrow her former slave josephine for a photo shoot and she told me "Get your own damn slave!" Because I don't need to go shopping with Nicole for new purses, sunglasses, bikinis or heels right now. I need the ca$h not the stash.

Lunch Munch

One of my ex-profs, a definite dyke, has asked me to lunch again. At our first lunch, she wanted to chat about what I was up to, how life was treating me, had my education made a difference, what were my life goals now. I felt like she was unofficially polling me as to the effectiveness of my grad schoolin' or she was trying to come up with a conversational opening as to whether I eat pussy or not. My mother thought she wanted to be my mentor when I told her about the first lunch munch. I guess she could have completely dignified intentions. I always tilt toward evil instead of good. It's how I'm wired.

News from Nicole

Pool whoring has paid off. Coley went pool whoring with some of the girls from work and she reeled in a fishy to play with for a bit. The fishy is only in town for a month, but swims in for business now and then. I don't have any more details on the fishy, but as soon as I do, I'll blog them here.

Busted?

Well, the new potential slave has scurried away. Conclusion? He was likely married / in a relationship and was only looking to explore playtime or sex on the side. Did he get busted? Was I too extreme for him? So I'm baiting the hook again. Why can't I fish out more toads or fatfucks!?!

Red White and Blue Balls

Unfortunately, fatfuck is away with wifey this week, they went to Hawaii. So if you read about two white whales washed up on the beach in Maui, it's the fatfucks. All I can say is he better bring me back something from this trip and it better not be nasty plastic leis or a fatass mumu dress. He better bring back something expensive.



My sister and her lameass (but wellhung) fiance are having a BBQ on the 4th. My Mother wanted me to drive up with her to Whorelando so we can eat some burnt cowflesh and other vittles. But it looks like the club will be busy so I'm on standby for Friday nite at least that's what I told my Mother. She said: What? You're not a stewardess.... Good point, but I don't think I can spend 6 - 7 hours in the car (up and back) with my maternal unit. I love her but I can only take her in doses, smaller doses. And I wanted to, but didn't point out to my Mother that stewardess is not a word in use any longer.

Inotherslavenews, I had drinks then dinner with the new potential slave, an interview. He's hired haha. But he was leaving right away to travel overseas for biz, so we didn't get to play, but he promised on his return, I could do what I want with him. I'm not sure yet what I will do to him, but it will probably involve ballkicking.

Let Freedom Sting!

Well I finally netted a wee fish to meet for a drinkee to see if I can enslave his ass. He is divorced and wants to experiment. He's seen alot of things on the internet and is curious about them. He says vanilla isn't for him any more. I don't know if he's quite ready for my flavor, but he claims he's open to trying anything once, if it's too painful, he wants 'the freedom' to tell me it's not for him. Slave asking for freedom? I'm not Sara Lincoln.

The Idiot - MIA in MIAMI!!!

Nicole = pissed. The idiot was supposed to have a date with her on Friday. This meant he was supposed to go to the strip club and spend lots of $$$ on Nicole. He was a no-show! Not only that, but Nicole kept ringing his cell phone to find out where his flabby ass was and all she got = voicemail. So she asked me to call his cell phone to see if he was dodging her #. I got voicemail too. I said maybe he fell asleep in his reclino-lounger and snoozed right thru his date. But he's still not answering today. So she's ultra-pissed. She asked me if it's possible she churned, turned and burned him faster than other slaves. This would be like 2 weeks. She tallied the take in her evil calculator brain. "Oh well, if he's done, at least I got $2,750."

Dinner with the Idiot!

Nicole and I went to dinner with the idiot. Of course, our intention was that he would have to pay in more ways that one. It was well worth it to him to shell out $500 plus dinner on his Amex to be seen with 2 beautiful girls. And he probably went home and j.o.'d altho Nicole told him to take a cold shower. We were planning to punish slave idiot in a session, but he claimed to be too nervous to do that yet. Call this dinner the icebreaker pre: the ballbreaker!

We also pretty much ignored slave idiot the whole nite, meaning we didn't really talk with him except to get some crucial information to use against him later. At one point, when he did say something, Nicole said to me: 'Did you hear something?' Me: 'No, it was an echo, the acoustics in this place are terrible.' Then she and I kept talking. He had told Nicole before our 'date' that he wanted us to order really expensive stuff off the menu and not even eat more than a few bites of, meaning waste food, which isn't any problem for me, because I usually only eat a few bites anyway. Then we made the waiter dude clear the plates into one styrofoam 'doggie-bag' container, incl. stuff Nicole and I had spit out or pre-chewed haha, and this was supposed to be idiot's late nite snack. Nicole said it would be better than eating pussy. Yum!

So for his punishment session, Nicole is planning to make him wear a bra and panties, due to his moobs!!! Man-boobs, see pic above. However, we didn't know his chest size....to get the right bra size. But men are so gullible and information can be extracted from them so easily by a pretty girl.

Me: So Idiot, Nicole emailed me the pic you sent her, since she wanted to show you off to all of her girlfriends

Idiot: {doesn't say anything, but I bet he starts a 'wittle' tent party in his pants}

Me: It looks like you used to lift weights alot, like you used to be a bodybuilder, your chest looks very developed

Nicole: {has to stop herself from cracking up, acts like she is choking / coughing}

Idiot: I still work out, girls thought I was a bodybuilder when I was younger, I worked out a lot then, 3 hours a day

Me: What is your chest size now?

Idiot: My chest size is my shirt size. I'm a 48.

Nicole laughed with me later, god I hope they have size 48 bras at Walmart! Ewwwwwww. I mean where else will we be able to buy a biggie-sized over-the-shoulder-manboob-holder?

Nicole's New Slave

Nicole has a new slave named idiot. She asked him to email her a pic of him so she could show him off to her girlfriends. A picture tells a thousand words. And all of them are GAY!!! Why, if you're 55 and rotundo, do you feel the need to get a tribal tatt??? What, so you can look hotter on the beach?!?! Looks like he dyes his hair and shaves his chest too, probably because the chest hair looked like old gray pubes. I know, he wanted to show off his moobs (man boobs). Anyway, I am supposed to punish slave idiot with Nicole sometime in the next few weeks. Nicole will then join me in punishing fatfuck next time I get that fat walrus in my clutches. Now Nicole and I have to decide what to do at these sessions to make them extra memorable.

SHARK SIGHTING


Slave 'hopefuls' solicit themselves via email, begging to serve. Some even include photos, as you've seen posted on my blog. Those who value discretion, crop or blur out their faces. I nominate the above photo as the most unique photo cropping, I actually laughed, but no, he's not rich or kinky enough for me to add to my 'harem'.

toad

Everyone wants to know, what is up with the toad? He has been flaky lately. He doesn't want to stay locked up, which has been my primary modicum (haha) of control over the little runt. I have been using my spy, Senora, our shared cleaning lady, to suss out what has been going on at the toad abode. Senora reports that toad has been dating!!! Without my permission. Someone from work apparently. And not a dude! But a woman who looks like a dude. So he is still gay, I can breathe a sigh of relief. But bottom line is he just hasn't been a good toad lately, the $$$ tributes have been drying up. All slaves burn out eventually, it's been a year, a wild year for the toad. I lifted him out of loser obscurity and gave him a purpose in life, to worship me. I paid attention to his little weenis. I certified him as gay. I made family appearances, much to my displeasure, but hey they were paid gigs. Sometimes toad has been known to redeem himself at the last minute, sensing that I am pissed off and about ready to dismiss him. But I am tired of this hot / cold game with him, it makes me feel like he is topping from the bottom. I need to replace him.

I have a few prospects, including Hairball and Queereye, as possible replacements for my fading toad....

Hairball lives in St. Pete and is old enough to be my grandfather. He insists he just wants a pretty girl to take out to dinner when he makes his twice monthly jaunts to Miami to see a relative. And he wants to lick the kitty. But kitty-licking has to be earned. He claims he is not enslavable. He has not desire to submit. He complains he is tired of the golddiggers and sugar babies who have been trying to scheme him out of his money. Hmmmm what am I then?

Queereye is a fag-in-denial. He thinks he's straight, but any man who says to me that he is a stylish dresser and has a passion for interior decor, well, that dude's a FAG! I need to own him. I picture him naked with a dog collar crawling around at my feet. He won't even be permitted to talk, that would be too annoying. He would just have to whimper and beg. I will throw him those little doggie treats when he's been a good boy. You better believe he will have to eat them! {My sister and I used to make our step-brother Alex eat dog treats, so it would be fun to revisit one of my earliest humiliations.}