Bi Means Gay You Faggots!

Adam, who I used to sling cocktails with at the clubaroo, would always tell everyone he was bi. He actually even had a quasi-girlfriend for a while, a pink haired bong sucking leech who left him for a chick! Yeah, how humiliating is that when your so-called girlfriend leaves you for a chick. Adam has a big 8" dick, so he's not a dickless fag, but she left him because she preferred chicks over dicks. But back to Adam. I told him he had to stop saying he was bi, because he never had a real girlfriend, just a lezbo who was using him for weed and a place to live. He claims he's attracted to girls, but I told him he just wants to look like one, and one nite I told him his destiny was to become a shemale! Adam is skinny with a cute butt, naturally tan skin, thick dark hair, long eyelashes, he would make the perfect shemale with a nice big thick dick. He was shocked at first, but admitted that he sometimes dressed up in the pink haired lezzie girl's clothes just to see what he'd look like as a girl. Uh huh I knew it. He had also been told by some old queen who pays to blow Adam, that Adam would be better as a twink or a tranny. Hey, if the shoe fits, or rather if the platform wedgie fits, wear it! But Adam says his family would freak if he was anything but a boy. Still, his family suspects he's a fag. I guess he better hire one of my girlfriends to be his fake GF for the next big family shindig!

Slaves Should Pay!!!

slaves should pay if they want to be publicly busted, not just email me their deets (details) and expect free humiliation... so I left out this slave's name, phone number and email addy. he needs to click a $50 Niteflirt tribute button if he wants to be busted.

"i am an adult sissy weakling pansy cuckold wimp i have the without a doubt tiniest mini micro pinkyfinger sized penis & tiniest little mini testicles ever of all time period & if that werent enough humiliation i have a very feminine womans shaped huge fat round & plump fat huge ass , hips , thighs & real womens breasts & i have to wear sissy gurl outfits & dresses 24/7 at home & out in public for my totall humiliation real men & real women make fun of me tease me humiliate me call me horrible names & make me do degrading things & make me cry ! i need a mistress. i am a totall wimp anyone could beat me up & make me cry bacause im such a totall weakling crybaby wimp ! i have the photos of my total humiliation & tiny size to prove all of this ! thank you please use me please take money from me, sincerely , tiny pinkyfinger dick adult sissy crybaby weakling faggot pansy cuckold wimp !"

A Dream (written by one of my slaves)


this is the dream I had last nite... this is what I've been thinking about all day...

You have me tied down to the bed while on my back. My arms and legs are all secured to the bed. You’re standing above me and you tell me that I’ve been a good Orgasm bitch the past few days, bringing you pleasure at all hours of the day whenever you wanted me to. And now you’re going to give my tongue a break and allow me to experience the other side of being an O bitch. The side where you control my O’s.

You come around to the head of the bed, and pull something out of the night stand. I can’t see what it is until you suddenly shove it into my mouth. It’s a ball gag. As you fasten it into place, you tell me that you want to make sure I don’t use my overworked tongue any more tonight. I struggle a little, but once in place, you bend over and kiss my forehead telling me not to worry, that I’ll enjoy myself as you give a wicked smile and chuckle. There are two more toys that are going to be used as well you tell me. First you insert the vibrating plug. You place it on the low setting for now. Next you take the c*ck ring (the new vibrating one with the stimulator for you) and fasten that. Not even seconds into this predicament, and I’m already squirming around and hard as a rock. You tell me to relax as this is going to be a long night and you want to make sure I don’t tire out too quickly.

Once everything is in place the way you want it, you tell me that you’re not sure if I really do deserve to have an O. Hearing this I’m desperate to do anything, I start to beg you through the gag with incomprehensible mumblings to let me have one. You state that you think you deserve at least one more O yourself before you allow me to have one. And since I’m your O bitch, that I should be the one who gives it to you. The only problem is that you don’t want to remove the ball gag. You decide that you’ll ride my fully erect c*ck to an O. You tell me sternly though not to even think about coming. If I do, the consequences will be so severe that I’ll wish I was never born.

At that moment, you mount me, and start riding up and down. As you start to get into it, you turn up both vibrators and start pumping up and down faster and faster until you reach your climax. I am on the verge of exploding but somehow you can tell and you jump off of me. You can see the desperation in my eyes and it amuses you. “Do you want to come?” you ask me. All I can do is violently shake my head up and down. “Ok, I think you’ve earned this one,” you say. You come closer to me and turn up both vibes even higher and start to stroke my c*ck lightly. You tell me that I’m allowed to come, but only if I eat what I produce. You ask me if I will and again I emphatically shake my head up and down. As soon as I do, you stroke it faster and faster until I shoot my load all over my chest. You then take out the gag, and scoop it all up and start to feed it to me. You look into my eyes and say, “Good O bitch. You’ve pleased me today.”

Fag-o-Sexual Action at the Adult Bookstore

Episode #1

Dear Sara

I went to the adult bookstore as you commanded and there was a tattooed and pierced white chick working at the counter. I went to the back with tokens to watch the films waiting for cock to suck to fulfill your wishes. I saw a booth where a guy was just leaving so I went into that booth thinking there might be some movie time left. When I walked into the booth there was a fresh load of cum on the screen dripping like ice cream melting down a cone, so I licked it up, watched some movies, and jerked my cock. It was a slow nite, there were no cocks to suck, or so I thought. Then I went to the toy store section of the bookstore and bought the delay spray like you told me to, so I could be humiliated by the clerk chick who did an evil kind of laugh as I bought it. Then I left.

Episode #2

Dear Sara

I called the bookstore this morning at 11am and a girl that sounded just like the girl from yesterday answered the phone, so I hung up and went over to the bookstore since you commanded me to go back and suck cock and buy something else humiliating. But this time it was a black chick behind the counter. I walked around for a little while looking at various items. I found a big black suction cup cock that was about 11" in length.

I walked up to the counter and I was already red. I deserve to be punished because as I paid for it I told her this is for my wife. She said I am so tired of middle age white women wanting all the black cocks. They are the best but white women don't deserve them. There were 2 people in line behind me and she said loud enough for them to hear: you need to make sure your wife will like this but please refrain from licking the TV's clean and laughed. Here is a sample lube and a condom, you need to go to the video booths and work this into your faggot ass. My heart was beating out of my chest as I took them and headed to the back. I overheard her tell the couple behind me that I was the loser that just loves licking other losers cum from porn screens. How did she know? Did the tattoo chick show her a security video of me in the booth from yesterday?

I put in some money and stuck the suction cup to the wall. I tried for a while and could not get the huge dildo in my ass which became sore. So I took my dildo and went home. It's really too big for my ass, please don't make me fuck myself with it.

Episode #3

Dear Sara

I went back tonite as you commanded and the black girl was there. First thing when she saw me she said: get over here. I did and she told me she heard I bought the delay spray and I was more of a loser than she thought. She then told me that there are no cameras above the booths only in the hallway as that would not be legal as she winked. I didn't get it so I said, well how did you know and how did the other girl see a video, she winked again and said the same thing. I got it that time.

She then proceeded to tell me that she might have some friends who would want to meet me sometime. I gave her my number (I am worried about that). Then she told me the action is upstairs at the theater, which I didn't know about. It's private, you have to pay a $10 membership to join, I guess to make it "legal". So I paid and gave her a $10 tip and went to the theater at her command. I sucked 2 guys off in there before a couple of trolls who wanted cock to themselves bullied me out of there.

I guess that's why there is no action in the booths there, everyone goes to the theater??

Nicole and I have a Fan!

You are so incrediably cruel to men. I've been beating off a lot to your journal reading about how you take porn-addicted losers like me and push them even further down the gutter, to the point that they lose everything, end up living in a cardboard box, and still have to beat off to you nightly while thinking about what a bitch you are! Fuck, you're an unfair manipulating beautiful teasing bitch! I love it when you force guys to pound hard liquor while beaing off until they pass the fuck out. I hope that I can find you available for calls sometime soon so that I can get a seriously hard forced intox and chronic masturbation session from you. All I am is a loser and a chronic masturbator. I beat off at least 6 times per day to thoughts of hot girls like you and your friend Nicole rejecting me, humiliating me, and openly laughing in my face at how pathetic I am. My entire "love life" consists of gigs of humiliation porn, my balled up fist, and industrial-sized jars of vaseline. I do hope that I'm able to contact you soon. And may I ask if your hot friend Nicole has an nf acct, a blog, or anything) so that I can try to contact and serve her as well? It is so unfair how you two use your beauty to take advantage of stupid horney men like me. But being taken advantage or, rejected, humiliated, and laughed at is all that I stroke and squirt to while pounding down as much hard cheap booze as I can.

ps from Sara - Nicole doesn't have an online life unless you count Facebook and she won't reveal her Facebook to losers like you!

Mixed Nuts

I wasn't sure what was up with slave nuts, lately he hadn't been doing as many CBT sessions with me. So when I confronted him about it, he sheepishly revealed the dreaded truth: he had started to date someone. This is often the kiss of death as in the end of a beautiful Dom\sub relationship to use two overused cliches. Slaves tend to evaporate when they start to date.

I've found that if a slave is getting vanilla sex with someone NEW, their desire for kinky sex or kinky encounters wanes, that is, until the newness wears off. So, you say, I shouldn't let him date? He's a session slave, not a personal slave. Outside of my kicking his balls, smacking his balls plus using footwear and apparatus to inflict CBT, I didn't own this slave. He's a masochist, not a submissive, per se. He submits to pain. So I wasn't surprised that he started to date someone. He probably needs sex. But when the plain old vanilla sex wears off, I know he'll be back for more flip-flop and stiletto CBT. Till then, there's always fatfuck...

Nicole's New Slave

Nicole has a new slave to replace Kweer who vamoosed and not a word since. Her slave Idiot still pops up the periscope every now and then for a financial domination afternoon of shoppery topped off with ballbusting and sock pussy. Anyway, Nicole found a small dick loser slave who has long hair, which I don't like on guys except Troy Polamalu. Troy Polamalu, now I'm distracted thinking about him, I'd rather think about Troy than Nicole's loser slave. Nicole's loser slave runs a painting business so she's trying to think of a name of a painter as his slave name, like Van Gogh, but hasn't settled on a name yet. The guy is divorced and it's hard to believe he was ever married, he's such a fucking wimp! Nicole promised him a foot fetish double domme session and we delivered. The guy was dickless, his peen was a stubbin and we made him kiss our feet, sniff our heels and drink room service champagne out of our heels, then he begged for a foot job, but Nicole told him to hump the floor while he gazed at Nicole and I played footsies with each other. Then he must have spurted because he made this wimpy pathetic yodel and lay on the floor trying to catch his breath. Gawd it's hard to believe someone ever even had sex with this loser! Then we took our money and vamoosed. Nicole always wants to go shopping with fresh cash. I told her I needed to bank mine which made Nicole get sad face, then she went shopping by her lonesome.

forced fat phone sex!

Forced fat phone sex is similar to forced intox phone sex except you force a slave to get fat. With my forced fat phone sex slave, butter gutter, there's also an element of forced intox too, read on. butter gutter has gained so much weight that his work colleagues and friends have commented about his rapid weight gain and some even suggested he get checked out for a glandular problem. LMAO! The only glandular problem that butter gutter has is in his gonads.

In fact now, he's been making lard balls for me, yes, out of lard, real bacon lard that he must eat on his cam for me. To make the lard-eating experience more visually appealing for his Mistress, he's permitted to dip them in those confetti colored ice cream sprinkles and mangia!

I really want butter gutter to gain a pound a day, but he's only been gaining about a half pound a day on his lard, butter, tub of cake frosting, candy bar and scotch mixed with heavy cream diet. Yes, that is the forced intox aspect, he has to drink at least 4 Scotch & Creams every day! Right in a row!

butter gutter had to buy new clothes because he gained so much weight, but I didn't want him getting spendy on getting outfitted for his fatass when he should be spending money on his Mistress instead. So I made him go to a thrift shop for his new lardass wardrobe. And I made him take his old clothes to a consignment shop so he could make $$ from selling those and use that $$ to buy more fat clothes as he gets fatter and fatter!

ball slicer

I have a new slave who is also working up to cutting off his balls for me. He's been wearing a stretcher band one to two hours per day to begin to numb the scrotal nerves and he's ordering a cigar cutter that looks like a fancy guillotine to cut his balls off.

He's been ball punched and kicked for many years by Mistresses and a real girl who was into ballkicking, but unfortunately the real girl moved :-( He's been wanting to castrate himself, because he reports that his balls are pretty useless, they've shrunk in size from all the CBT, it takes him forever to get an erection that he can't maintain anyway, and when he is able to masturbate to orgasm, he spurts very little. He also thinks they're not producing very much testosterone, because he has very little body hair any more and can go days without shaving.

To humiliate himself, he also goes on dates with the ugliest women he can find in his area on Match.com (because he's not bad-looking) and then when they are so desperately horny to have sex with him, find out he has an erection problem. They reassure him or pity him at first thinking he's nervous, but then after they find out he's a deadfuck, get pissed off at him and break off with him.

A few have suggested he use Viagra and he's thought about it to humiliate himself even more, because while he'd be able to use his penis like a dildo, he'd get no pleasure himself. Becoming a eunuch is his only option. He doesn't deserve to have balls!

Flip Flopping

Since some of you begged to hear what is up with my latest slaves, here are a few morsels for your delectation. nuts gave me a really nice tooled leather purse from Rio along with some really pretty intricately beaded flip flops. He knows I have a purse addiction, lol, and he has a flip flop addiction. He's addicted to me beating his balls with flip flops. So of course I had to break in my new flip flops, not just wear them. Since they have leather soles, I needed to scuff them up a bit so they weren't so slippery when walking, but also the leather was really evil to smack his balls with, that inimitable sound. So I was happy with what nuts bought me while he was in Brazil for Mardi Gras since fatfuck let me down when he went to Hawaii and came back with lame tourist-y gifts.

Have I heard from my Forced Intox slave? No, not the slave featured here on my blog, but I have heard from another Forced Intox slave who loves draining a bottle of Jack Daniels and then passing out till his money runs out on Niteflirt. I hear him snoring and I put the phone down and then I collect his money. I'm sure he wakes up with a hella hangover and a hella ding to his credit card. While I wake up with a nice hella bunch of Niteflirt dollars!

brazil nuts

A few of my Niteflirt callers have asked what I've been doing lately to my pain slut nuts a/k/a my ballbusting and CBT slave. nuts is part brazilian, but born in the USofA, so he looks like most South Floridians, Hispanic. He did go down to Carnival this year, that fucker. He claims he was also visiting relatives. I told him to buy me something, he said he did and will give it to me tomorrow, it's a surprise, whatever it is and it better be good. I see him about once a week, but not every week do we do a session, because he has to have some recovery time LMAO. We usually go to dinner on the "off" weeks, because he likes being seen with a pretty girl and I like free dinners because I hate to cook, no really I like to cook, just not for me myself and I. Actually, nuts isn't bad looking, but not my type. I guess he wants the illusion that we might be dating, when we're hell no not, and more importantly he does have to pay to take me out regardless if his nutsack gets crushed.

By special request from some of my CBT and Ballbusting Niteflirt callers, I'm working on a new Niteflirt Pay-to-View on how to bust your own nuts. Yes, DIY Nutbusting for when I'm not around to inflict pain on your worthless nads. I should have the Pay-to-View Assignment done within a week, so look for it on Niteflirt and be prepared to pay, literally and figuratively.

Forced Intox Blackmail Money Slave is Back

Dan the Forced Intox money slave returned for an early morning of debauchery. Click on the link to see an earlier recap with photos of a previous Forced Intox Blackmail session. Loose lips sink ships and Dan's lips definitely sank a few during this Niteflirt phone call, I picked up a few more interesting blackmail bits:

• His father's office number at the Foundation his father runs
• The name of the Foundation
• How his family made their fortune
• Dan's fraternity nickname and his fraternity's website
• Previously, I got the phone number to the parent's house, but not
  the address, but this time, voila, I got the address too!
• I kept the chat log of our convo while Dan was on the phone and
  Dan did a very kinky forced intox cam CBT masturbation show for me
• In the chat log, Dan confesses what he would have rather been
  doing, and it wasn't Tequila and beer!

This is the tamest picture from the screen captures Dan! As you can see below, ladies and fags, Dan is a cute guy when he's not en flagrante! But he can't stay away from the sauce and the femmes fatales who force him to indulge!

So let's see how long it will take Dan to pay my Blog Post Removal Fee! The countdown begins....

butter gutter

The new gutter slut has been ruined even further. He has gained more weight and can't fit into his pants, well, he can still zip them but can't button them, so he has to make sure a belt keeps them up. I see clown suspenders in the near future LMAO. His coworkers and friends have commented that he's gotten a little porky and maybe he needs to "lay off the bacon." But I just upgraded him to a butter and bacon diet! A stick of butter and bacon for breakfast, a BLT with extra bacon and mayo for lunch and more butter and bacon for dinner. If he can't get to a BLT for lunch, he must hit a drive-thru and order anything with bacon. Double bacon cheeseburger!

He also had to give his blow-up sex doll a name, Michelle, and has to refer to her around the office as his new girlfriend and talk about their dates, e.g., what movies they've watched together. He's even supposed to talk about how Michelle is very kinky in bed when he's talking to his male co-workers or friends. Of course, everyone is waiting to meet the infamous Michelle now. Better keep Michelle inflated, gutter slut!

Since Valentine's Day is coming up, he was ordered to buy Michelle some new lingerie at Victoria's Secret, I made him measure up Michelle to be sure everything will fit. Michelle is quite petite, she's no blimp even though her gutter slut boyfriend is turning into one!

Of course, there will be a VS e-GiftCard for his Mistress for Valentine's Day!

new gutter slut update!

I love ruining men. It's a power trip to take a man who people might think was a normal guy, and turn him gay, sissy, turn him into a hooker, force intox him and make him do stupid things that will ruin his life. And then before he knows it, he's starring in his own version of Leaving Las Vegas, except some cute escort hooker girl isn't going to let him live at her place while he's on the downhill gutter slide. No! My gutter sluts have to live on the streets or in seedy motels or in alleys in refrigerator boxes, sleep on the beach, live in their cars. Whatever ruination awaits them, it is their fate, and the fate that I have forced on them.

So my latest gutter slut is worried that his job is now in jeopardy as he has been answering the phone at work when people call him by his sex slave name and then trying to joke his way out of it, but he reports people at work are getting a little worried about him. He also hasn't been shaving or showering and he hasn't been wearing appropriate attire to his office. His all-butter-all-the-time diet has made him gain 4 pounds already and he's stopped going to the gym. He's been driving around at nite with a blow-up sex doll in his car and yelling out the car window that he's GAY or a FAG or a SISSY. Since he's not allowed to drunk drive, forced intox awaits when he gets home, where he has to do multiple shots of Scotch and get stupider and suck on weird things around the house (like shampoo bottle cock) and hump furniture.

It won't be long before I totally gutter sluttify this slave. Too bad he only rents an apartment and leases his car, he has no assets, not even a 401K that I can suck dry. So this gutter slut will be ruined, just because....

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!