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I appreciate the birthday wishes and goodies. I do so love to be pampered!  I had a splendid day, and an even better evening instructing a new submissive on ways to blow out the candles on my cake.  All in all, a very good day!

New NFL stroking assignment game has been posted here. The weeks of the season do fly by so quickly!  At least they do for me.  I don’t know that the same can be said for you denied, teased, and tormented edgers, but as we all know, my fun is the important fun!

Update – You can also play my NFL Stroking Assignment game by purchasing directly through the site.  The link is here.

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More Edging Fun!

Or at the very least, it is fun for me!  That’s all that really matters.  I’d be lying if I said that I felt bad for those that played and didn’t get to cum last week.

As devoted play things know, I have a birthday coming up very soon.  I was asked today about my most desired gift, which is always an appropriate question to ask. Right now, the thing I most want is a monitor arm from HumanScale.  I actually want three of them.  I’ve only casually explored, but at a glance, I am not seeing gift card options at stores to sell them.  Bonus points to someone who finds them.  In lieu of that, I’ve got a few things that I want from Sephora.  You can’t really go wrong with a card to Sephora.  Or Amazon.

It’s late in my world, and I have weekend plans, so I’m off for the night.  You can pick up your edging instructions for Week 2 here.

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NFL Masturbation Games

It is that time of year again, playthings.  For the first time in months, the air has a bit of a crisp bite today, and errant leaves whirlwind at the base of tree trunks.   Early autumn really is a glorious time of year.  Note that I said early.  Alas, as it creeps onward, that means winter is imminent, and I am not at all a fan.  Unless, of course, I am amusing myself with you in some manner that involves snowballs and icicles.  That type of thing always helps take some of the blahs out of winter.

One of the best things about autumn is the glorious return of football.  Since I am such an avid Cowboys fan, I have decided to start a season-long stroking game.  I do so love controlling cocks, so this combines two of my favorite things.

One of you sent me an Amazon card for a lovely new microphone that I’ve had my eye on.  I’ll soon be putting up a store, and adding audios and other fun things.  When it is in place, you’ll be able to just download the game from this site.  Until then, you can get your copy of the Week 1 edging assignment through NiteFlirt.

I look forward to tormenting you though each week.  Like Tom Brady and the New England Patriots, you too will have deflated balls.

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Playing with My toy

You are my playthingThough long absent from updating here, I have continued to amuse myself with a few devotees, one of which I’ve named toy.  Which is an apt name indeed.

Noun
1.
an object, often a small representation of something familiar, as an animal or person, for children or others to play with; plaything.

toy found me some time ago.  After years of seeking, he has arrived at his destination.   He’s found his Mistress.  Over time, I’ve gone spelunking in his mind, and he’s exposed more and more of himself to me..both literally and figuratively.  That process of unveiling did not occur overnight, and some of toy’s boundaries have certainly been pushed.  As a dominant, it gives me a great deal of satisfaction to see the layers slip away, and the submissive knowingly, willingly, and eagerly laying themselves open for whatever pleases me.  Sometimes trepidation is mixed in, but is not a match for the desire to submit, to serve, and to please.

toy does well in that regard.  Not long ago, we encountered a situation that I knew would make him uncomfortable.  I was planning an assignment for him, and it was one that he was looking forward to.  However, some of the details were simply out of my control, and one key element that was going to be very enjoyable for him in the assignment was going to be replaced with an element that was not going to be enjoyable for him.  Not at all.   In fact, I believe you could go as far as to say that what was once a desired activity had suddenly shifted in toy’s mind to being something he really didn’t want to do.

However, like a good toy, understood that his role in our relationship is to please me.

I had given him the less than desirable news in mail, and told him we’d discuss how I wanted to proceed in our next session.  At the beginning of it, toy asked if he might weigh in on the subject.  I gave him permission, and he then confirmed what I already knew to be true…that it was no longer his ideal fantasy.  Being a good toy, he took that a step further, and told me that it didn’t really matter what he wanted to do, that the decision was ultimately up to me, as it was his duty to submit.   He’s right.  In the parameters of us, that is his duty.

I ended up deciding that we would postpone the adventure until circumstances were more akin to what was originally envisioned.  However, that was out of a desire to be respectful to the involved third party, not because I felt as if it truly mattered how toy wanted the scenario to play out.

I listened to what he had to say because he is a good submissive, and I do have a bond with him.  But in the end, when it’s all said and done, he’s my plaything, to do with as I choose.

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The Bitch is Back

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And that bitch would be me.

Though I’ve been able to stay in touch with my stable of regulars, I’ve not had an opportunity to really sign on openly for a few months. I’ve changed re-entered an old career, and have been hit with a crap-ton of stuff in my first few months there.

Yes, crap-ton is a word. Because I say so.

I know that several of you have tried to reach me.  I can see the missed calls and it makes me sad, because I am sure that I would have enjoyed tormenting you.  But fear not…I have an assistant at work now, and I am going to have more time to call my own.

Which means more time to delight in playing with more of you.

I will also be operating on a semi-regular schedule starting on the 26th.  That does not mean anything too rigid.  The very notion of that just makes the rebel in me want to stomp my boots right down on your balls.

Honestly, truth be told, I want to do that a lot of the time anyhow.  But there will be times when you can *generally* count on me being around.

I’ll be engaged in some private play over the weekend, but there will be ebbs and flows to that.  If I get the chance, and am inclined, I may pop on.  If not, I will post more info on anticipated hours at the beginning of the week.

Savor the anticipation.

 

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Bracket Challenge

College hoops and erotica are a great combination!

College hoops and erotica are a great combination!

I need to start off by saying that I’ve decided there will not be a twist to our Cock Stock Follow the Market Game, or at least not in the foreseable furture.   After some deliberation, I determined that what I wanted to do had the potential to not work out well.  So I’m shelving it for now, and the only twist that you are getting is thinking for 2 days that there would be a twist. 

That said, I did think it would be fun to do something else, and that, boys and girls, brings us to the topic of this post, namely, the Bracket Challenge. 

Rules, Rules, We’ve Got to Have Rules

Here’s how it will work.  If you’d like to play, you can click the button below.  You’ll have to have a NiteFlirt account to do so, and if you don’t have one, you can sign up here.   NiteFlirt will put 3 free minutes on your account if you use that link.  There are some restrictions on that, and you’ll have to read up on them at the site, because I don’t claim to have them memorized.   Once you have your account set up,  click the button below.  That sends me a nominal tribute, and I will, in turn, send you the invite to my online Bracket Challenge Group.

 

Though the group is invite only, be sure to sign up with an anonymous name, as the information will be visible to everyone that plays.  I’m not going to use any weighting system.  To keep things simple this year, each correct pick will be worth one point. 

Anyone that scores higher than I do will receive a copy of non-exclusive erotic audio of my choosing.  What to I mean by non-exclusive?  It means that if there are 5 people that score higher than me they will all get the same audio.  However, it is not an audio that will be posted elsewhere.  Semi-exclusive would be an apt description. 

I’ll chose the subject matter.  Since my playthings have such a wide variety of interests, it will likely be something fairly across-the-board like a stroker audio.  Of course, that will torment my chastity boys, but anything that torments them is good in my eyes. ~winks~

Since the first game is tomorrow, there isn’t much time for you to get in before the lock.  (I decided to exclude the ‘get in’ games.  That gives you until Thursday.) So don’t tarry, and we’ll have combine erotica with hoops for some fun!  One bracket per person, and deadline is the tipoff of the 1st game.

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Happy Steak and Blowjob Day Cocksuckers!

On your knees, boy!

On your knees, boy!

In the unlikely event that you doubt my word, yes, there really *is* such a holiday. As a side note, I don’t recommend doubting my word. But back to our holiday celebration…Steak and Blowjob day came about in response to Valentine’s Day.  The notion has quite the following, or at least on the Internet, where most things are possible.

Note that I said possible.

Because while I rather like the notion of an infinite number of universes, in none of them do I see me sucking cock.  Or fixing you a steak.  So it is time to don your apron, and hustle on to the kitchen.  I like my meat medium rare. 

Yours will be as rare as they come….flesh and blood.  After all, I shouldn’t have to eat without entertainment.   It will be rather like a kinky dinner theater.  I’ll have my filet mignon and wine, and you’ll have a nice, thick cock to suck. 

Tonight You Are Only Allowed the Head

Don’t think that I can’t see you salivating over the idea.  When it comes to sissy bitches like you, I’m like the Oracle of Delphi.  I have all the answers, and there is no reason for you to “know thyself”.  I already know you.  Every last greedy inch of you.  And I know that if allowed, you’d forsake the rule of  “nothing in excesss” and you’d be attacking that cock with your whore mouth, desperate to suck it’s life force into your waiting receptacle.

But that isn’t going to happen.  No, siree.

You are going to confine yourself to pleasuring the head of my friend’s cock.  That and nothing else.   And you aren’t allowed to use any hands either.  A good cocksucker doesn’t need to have hands, and you, sissy slut, will be a good cocksucker.  When I am done with you, that is.

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Spanking

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Sometimes men just need their ass blistered. Luckily, when that need arises, there are women like me to fulfill it.  There are many reasons that I like to administer firm spankings.  A primary one is simply the delicious sound that flesh makes when the contact is made.  That is closely followed by the sounds the submissive man in question makes, and often, the hot splash of his tears.

Come to think of it, the tears may be my favorite part of all.

Physical and Metal Fun

Obviously, there is a physical element to spanking.  I’ve left many a reddened ass in my wake to attest to that.  But my experience has been that the trip through the psyche that is induced by the physical act is often more powerful.  After all, spanking is something generally associated with those who have no power, are young, etc.  No matter if you have more gray than not around your temples,  it is rather difficult to be taken as a grown up when your pants are around your ankles, you are draped over my lap, and my hand is making smack, smack, smack sounds over those globes of flesh.

Implements Add to the Fun

Of course, it doesn’t *have* to be my hand.  Often, it is not, as there is only so much force I can use with the flat of my hand before it starts to hurt me.  And hurting me isn’t the name of the game, class.   Spanking is one of those versatile acts that can incorporate so many different things.  Of course it’s fun to have fancy paddles.  But they aren’t required.  Many household items can be used to give a night of sensation play that I’ll enjoy, and will leave you sniveling in the corner.  I’m torn on exactly what I like to use best.  It differs with my mood and the situation, but there are two perennial favorites:

a)  A wooden cutting board.  I have found that if you swing hard enough, you can crack one of of those in half.

b)  Making you go get your own switch off a tree and bring it to me.

Spankings are also versatile in the sense that they can be a punishment, a reward, or a preventative measure.  As with so many things, it is situational, and depends on one’s perspective.

 

 

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Missed Me?

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It has been a good while since I posted, hasn’t it? Much has happened in my life since then, and while the changes were for the better, they were incredibly hectic, and pushed blog updates very far down on the list of priorities. I’m glad to say that thinks have evened out somewhat, and I expect to be updating more frequently again.

I know that a couple of callers were able to make it all the way through the NFL season Masturbation Games without giving up.  Both of them had given themselves the designation as Hall of Famer, and I know they endured a long, grueling season.  But they suffered through denial for me, and it pleased me.

I’ve been asked repeatedly about putting up a firm schedule.  That probably isn’t going to happen, though I will do my best to keep you all informed of my general whereabouts.  As of now, there is some technical issue with my pages not showing up, and I’ll be looking into that, as time allows.  In the meantime, if you want to talk to me,  picking up the phone is the best place to start.  If you’ve tried that, and still aren’t catching me, then drop me a line, and we’ll discuss an appointment.

You may have noticed, but the Yahoo Pingbox is forever gone from the site.  That happened for 2 reasons:

1) Yahoo discontinued the feature.  I know that there are probably alternatives to it, but I have not given them much thought yet because of #2.

2)  I was on a call one day, and I had a message come in on the pingbox.  I sent a very quick response that I was on the line, but would get back with them as soon as the call was over.  But they didn’t want to listen, and repeatedly asked me over and over again when I would respond to them.  Those types of people are not the types to interact with me.  So I decided then to pull any feature that could be used by someone who could not listen, could not respect my time, or the time of the person who was in session with me.

I do have a Yahoo ID that is only given out to established callers that like to show off on cam for me.  Otherwise, email is an option for any pre/between call questions.

I’m thinking of reviving the Cock Stock game that we were playing last fall for all my edging playthings.  If you have any stocks in mind that you think would be fun to use for the game, leave me a comment.

I’ll be around through the evening, so if you’ve been wanting to catch up, now is your chance.!

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Forced Cock Sucker Fantasy

Cock sucker, you are busted!

Cock sucker, you are busted!

Note:  I am sorry!  I had to be mostly away for awhile, and I left a post telling you all.  However, for some reason, it did not auto-post like it was scheduled to do.   So for those of you who’ve emailed and asked, I am fine, and I am back. 

You’ve been serving me for some time, and over the course of that time, I’ve continually tormented you with the idea that you were going to suck a cock for me. Whenever I taunt you in that manner, part of you feels revulsion. But that feeling can’t disguise the fact that you have a stirring in your pants that walks hand in hand with that revulsion.   You tell yourself that it’s just the idea of pleasing me that causes the blood to flow and your cock to stiffen.

Sure.  That’s it.  And nothing else.

After awhile, you stop worrying about it.  You decide it is just something I do to amuse myself and watch you squirm.

We Can’t Be Late

I’ve let you know that you will serve as my driver for the evening.  I’ve got an important engagement, and you show up well in advance of our scheduled time to depart.  You know that the absolute last thing that you want to do is to cause me to be late.  So you pull the car out of the garage, and leave it waiting in the drive.  Then you simply wait in the living room until I begin to make my descent down the stairs.

When I do, you immediately spring to your feet, and wait at the door, as you’ve been trained.  You hold it open as I sweep past you, and then scurry to open the car door for me.  Making sure that I’m safely tucked inside, you close my door, circle the car, then settle into the driver’s seat, and turn the key in the ignition.

A glance in the rear-view mirror shows my gaze downward, as my fingers move over the touch screen of my phone.  You turn your attention to the road,  taking the route that allows us to navigate off surface streets as soon as possible, and we seamlessly merge with the freeway traffic.

As the car passes the city limits, and miles fall away, traffic thins.  In retrospect  you aren’t sure what happened.  Maybe you lost focus listening to the beat of the music that I allow you to listen to while driving, with the volume set to low.  Maybe it was the intoxicating scent of my perfume.  Whatever it was, you’d drifted mentally, were reacting on auto pilot, and had ceased being aware of what was really going on.  That is, until you saw the red and blue lights flashing behind us.

 What Have You Done?

Almost simultaneously with the appearance of the lights, you hear the tightly bitten off words “What…have…you…done?”  Your heart beat increases as you consider the ramifications not only of being pulled over, but what the delay will mean in regards to me making it to my destination on time.

Your fingers were visibly trembling as you pressed on the lever that lowers the window.  For a few seconds, all you could see was the heavy leather belt and the glistening silver buckle, and then the officer pointed his flashlight directly into your face, asking for your license and registration.

You Will Fix This

As you fumbled in the glove box, I lower my own window, and you hear my low voice as my dulcet tones engage the officer.  When I ask him what you’ve done to inconvenience him, your heart drops into your stomach.  Though to a casual observer it would seem that I’m simply trying to smooth things over, you know from experience that the overall timber of my voice suggests that things won’t ultimately go well for you.

The policeman tells me that you were speeding.  Three miles over the limit, to be exact.  You feel a spring of hope at his words.  After all, three miles over is nothing.  You expect to hear words very similar to that come out of my mouth, but instead, you hear me say “Officer, I am so sorry that my submissive caused you to have to pull us over.  How can we make it up to you?”

At the word “submissive”, your head spins around and you feel decidedly uncomfortable when you see that the cop has now bent down so that his face is level with mine, and that a mischievous grin is dancing across his features.  “Oh, I reckon what we talked about will work just fine, Ma’am”, he says with a slight Southern drawl.

Confusion muddles your thoughts, and you have no earthly idea what is going on when you hear my card door open and close, then feel my well-manicured fingers tugging at your sleeve.  “Get out.  You are going to fix this.”

You follow the officer and me, watching as I lay my hand on his arm, and you can hear the click of my heels as he and I make our way a couple dozen yards down the shoulder of the road.  We stop adjacent to a clump of trees, and I turn, snap my fingers, and point at them.  “You.  There.  Now.”

You walk ahead of us into the grouping, their branches mostly shielding the view from the freeway.  The cop crosses his arms over his chest, and seems to wait expectantly, though you do not know for what.  You feel my hand on your right shoulder, pressing downward.  “Kneel.  Now.”

“H-h-h-here?”, you stammer, and increased pressure on your shoulder is your answer.  You comply, and it feels as if your eyes will bulge out of their sockets in sheer amazement when you see me step behind the officer, my hands circling his waist, undoing his belt, and fishing his cock out.  I then release him, step back to your side, and weave my fingers in your hair, tilting your head back slightly.  You feel the brush of my body next you you as I lean from the waist, lips close to your ear.

“This is my important engagement.  You are going to suck him for me.  You are going to open that mouth, and you are going to follow my every instruction to the letter.  You are going to make him cum, and if you don’t, then I just might find a use for that nightstick of his.”

Your mind reels as you hear our laughter, then the area seems to illuminate as several cars pull in, with their lights shining toward the trees.  As the doors open and close, you hear him say “Ma’am, as I stopped you, I did exactly as you told me to.  I called for backup.  Lots of it.  All men, just as you instructed.”

My fingers briskly tap your cheek.  “Open up.”  You dare not do anything other than what you are told, so your mouth opens up, and I guide the head of his cock toward your lips.  Shame floods your body, as your own cock stiffens when you hear me say “You’ve got your work cut out for you tonight.  Looks like the entire squadron made it.”

As his head passes over your lips, you vow to do what you always try to do…

serve me well.

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