Worship Ms.Nicole

This is it guys; this is (in all probability) my final post. Bear with me as I ramble! I debated on even making this post, but I notice that not only are some of my old readers still reading, but I am still gaining *more* readers! Timing, heh!

While I won’t share all the dirty details, let’s just say that Ms. Nicole is officially going into semi-retirement.

I’ve had fun over the years, but now I am moving on to other things.  I’ve had a business deal in the works for quite some time, and although it pretty much went through last year,  I am just now realizing the windfall from it. :)  Therefore, the Lady shall rest.

So what am I doing now? Ahhh! Relaxing! Reading! (You all know I love to read, and my current selection is “Portrait Incomplete” by Frans Boerlage. )  Taking a deep breath and realizing that, though I had it all before — my freedom, the means to live a good life, to do a “job” I truly enjoyed–I really *do* have it all now. 

Will you see me on Niteflirt? No.   If you ever want to do a call with me, email me. If you’re special to me, I woud love to talk with you and share with you all that’s happening in my (always) wonderful life. But again, don’t expect to see me on Niteflirt signing in — I won’t be there (and haven’t been for a while).

More rambling…

I truly debated on whether or not to keep doing Niteflirt. Honestly, after taking a well-needed break, I just decided that I did not have the time to continue going. I stick to my commitments, and putting the time into several boys at once was just not possible. Why would I start something and leave it unfinished> That’s just not my style, boys. :)   Besides, NF was not the only place where I released my dominant energy. ;)  Ahhh, she’s always so cryptic!  LOL!

I have a lot of “cleaning” to do as far as blog links and things like that, but for now it’s going to stay up. I have others to consider in that area, and I plan to take care of that as soon as I can.

And I leave you with this:

I am who I am. Who I am on the phone is *me*. Smart, creative, challenging, a woman who truly had a passion for everything she did. Yes, I enjoyed my time….immensely.

But…

The part of me you may have rarely seen (if you wre bad, LOL!):

Compassionate

Considerate

Kind

Be that to others, and be that to yourself. Everything else aside, I hope that when you look back on *your* time, you can say that you enjoyed it, that you were good at it, and that above all, you were honest to others and to yourself.

Be well, boys.

Nicole

Catcalls are one things, but this guy went too far; read on…

I made a rare trip into a hardware store today to pick up some supplies for an upcoming project. Normally I would send a “chore boy” to do My shopping, but I was thinking up things on the fly and wanted to pick out some goodies Myself.

The hardware store has an in-house cat to keep away nasty critters (blech) and such. The kitty is very pretty and is quite large. He’s somewhat of a male Diva, lol, with his purple collar and sense of entitlement to be petted.

There I was slightly leaned over to give the frisky feline a nice scratch on the head, when I hear a gruff voice, spoken in just above a whisper (but obviously meant for My ears) “Here sweet pussy, pussy! Lemme get somma that.” And then the sounds of teeth and lips smacking together and a “Mmmmhhhhmm”.

Ugh! Disgusting jackass.

I slowly (but gracefully) turned to face this idiot. My first thought was that I was looking at Bozo the Clown. Bright pink bandanna, cowboy hat, curly-q mustache, baggy pants, and a bright red nose that told Me he was more than familiar with the Anheuser-Busch family. There was no way I could walk away from this chance; I couldn’t wait to lay into this fucker.

He got a big grin on his face, and in the most idiotic drawl I have ever had the displeasure of hearing, said, “Well, dang, I don’t know if you’re purttier from the front or the back! Looks like evy view is a good’un!” He gives accents a bad name, lol.

I saw the lady behind the counter cringe, and even the kitty ran off. I cocked My head to the side, gave him a slow, sweet smile, but let My eyes give him a hint of what My mouth was about to say. He blinked a few times, his eyelids kind of drooped and even his mustache curled down a bit, and then his back kind of slumped. He started walking backward as I walked toward him.

I heard a snicker from the counter and a *ahem* from somewhere else in the store. I was focused on My prey like a hawk; he knew he had made a huge mistake. Someone let out a bit of nervous laughter somewhere in the store.

I was slinking in his direction like a cat to an ugly mouse, claws drawn and ready. He was like a cartoon man walking the wrong way on a banana peel; his feet were moving but he wasn’t getting anywhere. I swear, it was absolutely priceless to watch him squirm away from little ol’ Me!

I said, “Save your idiotic come-ons for your blow up dolls, Barnum Bailey.” ( I swear his mouth then turned into a great big “O”, just like a blow-up doll *hehe*) “I bet the smell of soft plastic and balloon air gets your little cocklet as hard as a peanut, doesn’t it?” I moved in closer to him, My perfectly pedicured foot in My cute sandals sliding on top of his boot. I pressed down hard with the ball of My foot–he stumbled back, grunting.

“You know, you sure do have a pretty mouth, boy. [ty “Deliverance” LOL!) If you’re really interested in Me, we could go back to your mom’s basement, put you on your filthy mattress, and I could show you what women really want by using your ass as My own personal pussy. What do you say, cowboy?” “You want Me to show you My version of getting pussy?”

His mouth twisted into a grimace-smirk, “Yous kiddin’ me, aintcha?” He looked utterly confused and a little scared.

I just barely laughed and very slowly shook My head, lightly licking My lips. (I wouldn’t touch his nasty ass with someone else’s strap-on, but I wanted to watch him squirm)

He looked at Me like I had suddenly grown horns, thought for a second, *almost* made a remark, then hot-footed it out of the store, looking over his shoulder one last time as I said, “I don’t know if you’re uglier from the front or the back, but that saggy ass looks like it’s been used a time or two!”

The lady behind the counter was red as a beet when I checked out. The only words she said as I took My bag to leave were — “I bet he’ll think twice next time he wants to talk nasty to a Lady. He looks like he prolly does take it up the butt!”

Haha! The way she said it was soooo funny, I wanted to crack up right there. Somehow, I held My composure. *hehe*

Guys:

There’s nothing wrong with complimenting a beautiful woman, but when you do, be respectful. Vulgarity gets you nothing but hurt feelings, possibly physical pain, and a ton of embarrassment. Being nasty is just….nasty!

Of course, that jackass is probably at home right now, listening to mommy call him for dinner as he tries to finish jerking his teeny-weenie to the memory of My voice (and probably My ass, too; lol) and a copy of Brokeback Mountain. (a movie I happen to adore, by the way; I hope this doesn’t ruin it for Me, lol. )

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Something very exciting is happening with Me, and this may have an impact on the amount of time I am able to spend taking calls on Niteflirt and *how* I will take calls if I continue to do so.  It is not 100% certain yet, but consider this a warning.

I have had some of the best callers on Niteflirt, no matter what their particular relationship with Me was like. I’ve really enjoyed My time humiliating and degrading some of you, laughing with and at others, teasing and denying (and even sometimes giving you release) so many of you, and most of all, I’ve enjoyed the very special, long-term “controlling” relationships I have developed. I’ve watched My guys really bloom under My sometimes soft, and other times very firm hand.

I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag just yet, but I will say this:

Most of you know that I am mainly an appointment person. I prefer setting up calls in advance and prefer working with a select group of regulars. This has worked very well for Me and My callers. If you are a regular and want to continue doing calls with Me, we need to discuss this. Since I am still on a mini-hiatus, you can email Me. I am always checking email both off and on Niteflirt.

We can discuss terms, times, and any other concerns, plus I can give you a little more information about what’s (possibly) going to happen.

To “thomas” — this may be your final chance to discuss with Me whether or not we are going to continue now or in the future, and to set any new paths or continue old ones, discuss options, make “concessions”, negotiate terms, etc.  Now is the time to do this so that no bridges are burned.

I *may* make myself available for calls today, but again, this is not definite. I’ve kept in touch with most of you through email, so you know that I am on a break.  I’ve been having lots of fun, but I have also been super busy with just “getting things done”.  Summer is such a wonderful time for vacations and just cutting loose, but it’s also a good time to take care of larger errands (and chores, but I dole those out to my r/t guys ).

Okay, so there it is –one more slightly cryptic post from Ms. Nicole.

I’ve missed chatting with you  ‘tards, and I assure you that any regular who wants to  continue doing calls with Me will be afforded that chance, but again, we need to discuss it.

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Your favorite Niteflirt phone sex Domme is baaaaack! :=D

I decided to extend My mini-vacation into a longer trip — I was having too much fun to leave!

But now that I am back home, I need to get rested and catch up on a lot of things I missed while I was away. Honestly, it feels good to be home. Sometimes too much fun can get old.

The bad things about coming home are unpacking, catching up on business and personal matters, and just getting some rest and getting back into work mode.

The good things about coming home? Seeing My babies (you all know I am an animal lover), getting a huge box stuffed with goodies from a special caller, seeing where you called My recordings because you missed Me, and reading your “have fun but hurry back” messages. I love the way you whine when you miss Me.

I feel wonderful (but sleepy–it was a long trip) and rejuvenated; I hope to be back in full-swing by tomorrow.

You can always listen to My recordings if you just can’t wait until I am ready for a session.

I had “PL” on special assignment while I was away, and I am happy to report that he did everything I asked . “PL” made several spreadsheets for Me, made a video clip of himself (sorry, it’s private for now) and also purchased himself a butt plug set for his “training”. He also bought a special book. I know how humiliated he was having to purchase this book, but at least he followed through with all his assignments. From what I heard, the cute girl at the counter got a kick out of it. Sorry guys, I just can’t give too much of this away, but I have a feeling you’ll hear all the details in the future.

Still missing:

thomas

and

e(a)rnie

I guess the Bermuda Triangle had one of them for lunch. As for the other, who knows. *shrugs*

Ok, that’s My quick update! Now I am off to shower, eat, and watch movies and nap a bit.

Bye, bye, guys!

I’ll be back in town on the evening of the 6th!

See you then!   :=)

I haven’t taken a call on Niteflirt in a while. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t been taking calls at all, but Niteflirt is my main platform and that’s where most of you find Me. Well, I did put Myself on “alerts” today, but even then I just didn’t have time to take calls. If I missed you, just keep trying or email Me and we’ll figure something out.

So what’s going on with Me? I’ve been super busy with some personal things, but mostly I’ve been working on some projects that needed My attention. I’m not finished, but I do hope to at least be able to take calls within the next few days.

I have a dinner date tomorrow evening (potentially–It’s a business engagement, and is tentative at this point), but there is a chance I will take calls *after* I return home. It depends on how long the evening stretches out. And if I am too tired, it won’t be tomorrow evening either, lol. You’ll be alright until I come back, I just know it.

Things are going well; I’m just extremely busy. I have made time to keep up with a few regulars, but even they have suffered. Well, not all of them.

I always expect each of you to answer My mail/messages in a timely manner, and I always do the same. I think I’ve replied to every message I’ve received, but if I did miss anyone, it must mean I don’t want to talk to you. LOL! I tease…

Missing in Action: “E(a)rnie” !! Where the hell are you, mister? Has Ms. A dug her claws back into you?

Well, I know it wasn’t much information, but it’s better than leaving you wondering, right? So just be patient … It’s a virtue! LOL!!

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Sunday evening was a very interesting night. I had a few friends over for a barbecue and good-old fashioned jam session. No, not eating jam you pigs, playing music! Most of these guys are very talented, some are just learning, and others really stink. But we had a wonderful time! I even filmed most of it! I used my digtal camera instead of a regular video camera, so most of the film is a little grainy, but still very viewable. A few of you have had the privilege of seeing a bit of it, and the response has been overwhelmingly positive.
Anyway, at this small party was Me, 3 of My lovely girlfriends, a client and his wife, and 7 other single guys that I know for various reasons. Some used to work for Me, some still do, and one was an ex-”boy toy”.

I wore a pair of beige short-shorts and hot pink tank top. I was very comfortable, My nails and toes were freshly manicured and pedicured and My long hair was set loose to blow in the wind. I felt very sexy and it quite obvious that all eyes were on Me. As the night went on, we had a blast! Then, things got very strange.

Keep in mind that a handful of these people who were here know about My extra-curricular activities, and others don’t. So it was quite funny and absolutely ironic when, after a few bottles of awesome wine, My client and his wife began to get very chatty about their sex life.

By this time the music had stopped and we were all enjoying the breeze off the lake by candlelight and just chatting. When this seemingly very shy woman began to tell us how she was looking for a new butt plug, each one of us just looked at her and said nothing. We could literally hear crickets chirping! Finally, we all had a good laugh and the conversation naturally flowed into kink, fetishes, and all sorts of naughty things.

I was feeling a bit generous, so after My client openly began to flirt with Me (again! As earlier he came up to Me and whispered in My ear that I was “pretty in pink” and he had always wanted to tell Me how beautiful I am. Awwww!) I decided to let the cat out the bag, and confessed to My gathering that I had a not so conventional life of My own. As I stated earlier, some knew, others didn’t. The ones who didn’t were not openly shocked, but they were very interested. I chatted a bit about what I do, some of the more interesting sessions/calls that I’ve had (no names, of course ) and lots of questions were asked.

This leads up back to My client. I’ve made it clear that he was flirting with Me all night. Let Me add that his wife was totally aware of this, and even seemed to encourage it. I was in no way interested in anything more than a little tease, although he is extremely handsome and very well built. Very.

So he sits near Me and confesses to the group that he loves to be tied up and made to worship a woman’s body, but his wife is no good at bondage. Suddenly there is a flurry of movement, manly laughter, and a few minutes later there’s fishing string put into My hands, and I am being encouraged to tie him up and teach him a lesson. Now I am no expert at heavy bondage, but light bondage is very much enjoyable. That being said, fishing string is not My thing. When I expressed this out loud, something peculiar took place. The MEN in the group took My client and hog-tied him with the fishing string! LOL! He was in pain; it was quite obvious. He was also blushing. But what was more obvious was the raging hard-on he had *and* the pure look of pleasure on his wife’s face.

At this point, I was laughing. It was so hilarious that all this was taking place on My deck, and so suddenly, *and* with this group of people. The entire scene was absurdly funny, but I decided to go with the flow.

The next thing I know My client is being dragged over to Me, where he starts planting tender kisses on the tops of My feet, struggling in his binds, but enjoying the chance to touch Me even through his pain.

He started at My toes, paying close attention to each one, and then moved up to the tops of My feet and My ankles. He forgot that he was basically surrounded by men and women, and just went about pleasing Me. No one said a word except the two of us. His wife came over and held him by the hair, helping him in his efforts to kiss every inch of My feet. When he tried to sneak a taste of My legs, she popped him on the cheek and chastised him for not asking!! I love her! haha!

After a few minutes of this I became somewhat bored and had the men untie My client. He was a little humiliated but also very pleased. The guys untied him, but boy were they turned on and ready to talk! Ha! I heard stories of butt plugs, man to man encounters, secretive cock sucking, visits to Dommes, late night phone sex calls, men wearing panties, fetish porn sessions, and one even confessed to wanting someone to use a strap-on on his ass! Hehehe! Not all the men had something to confess, but most of them did! My girlfriends and I had a good laugh at the whole scene, but I also took mental notes.

There’s nothing wrong with saving a little information for future use, right? Haha!

Anyway, we had an absolute blast, and I can guarantee that the next time I decide to BBQ with that group, I’ll probably have some goody bags on hand, and maybe even some tools of the trade. LOL! I can’t wait until the next holiday!

Unrelated:

PS— I wanted to thank all My friends, My clients and My callers for helping out with My special charity. You raised $2778 and I matched you dollar for dollar, bringing the total to $5556 !! I decided to round it up to an even $6000. That’s a lot for such short notice. You all did great, and I am so proud and thankful to know such wonderful and generous people. You can find more information on the link I sent to you, and I encourage you to send well-wishes. They are needed. Big hugs to all who helped! ;)   I’ll send more personal thanks privately of course, but I just wanted to give you all a little shout out.

I’m fresh off an almost three-hour call and am very sleepy. It’s definitely time for bed, but I wanted to make a quick post about a new toy!

I spoke with a new caller tonight, a fresh-faced 27 year-old from the UK, 2 years into a marriage, chronically horny, and looking to explore his submissive side. He had a lot to say, obviously.

We had a very candid conversation about his kinky marriage, his interest in chastity, body worship, strap-on play, and masturbation control. Throw in some tease and denial and we’re looking at a really good time.

I could tell he was wanking at the very start of our call, so I instructed him to STOP and then quickly proceeded to extract confessions from him while denying him the right to pleasure himself. He was really getting into telling Me his stories, but being denied access to his cock was highly frustrating for him; plus, I was being somewhat of a tease.

At one point, he even cried out, ” I love talking to you, Ms. Nicole, but Your voice is driving me crazy! The way You say things…even non-sexual things..the way You ask questions or turn the conversation is so sneaky, it’s almost like You want me to get turned on just so You can tell me ‘no’!” “You got into both my heads so quickly!” Hehe, it was so cute to hear him dying to beg Me to let him stroke.

I made sure I kept him on edge for the entire conversation. I also made sure to leave him that way when we hung up.

But more on him later….

I had actually planned to write much more about that call (it was pretty interesting) but My eyes are so heavy now, I can barely type. LOL! So it looks like I’ll just write more tomorrow. Or the next day.

Yeah, I *could* save this as a draft and post it tomorrow when I am not sleepy and able to write more, but I’d much rather tease you.

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What I am into: (Not a complete list, but as comprehensive as I can get right now, and in no particular order )

FemDom * Fetish * Domination (hardcore domination and erotic domination) * Life Control * Mind Control * Discipline *

Cock Control - including chastity, tease and denial, masturbation control, orgasm denial /control, sensual domination, CBT *

Forced-Bi * Forced Fem * Verbal Abuse * Humiliation * Body Worship * Cuckolding * Feminization * Sissification *

Financial Domination * Blackmail Fantasies * Nylon Fetish * Strap-On * Domestication * Female Superiority * TPE *

Confession * Punishment * Role Play (I am always Dominant) * Assignments * Forced-Intox (limitations apply) *

Light Bondage (I am not into intricate bondage scenarios unless you are physically supervised) * Physical Pain *

I love executive males who need a little something extra. I’ll take your pathetic life and add something real to it, something exciting and addicting.

Each session is special and tailored to fit you — No session is scripted and each one is unique. The possibilities are nearly unlimited. No matter what route we take, I’ll get inside your head, learn your weaknesses, and take control of your physical and mental being.

Call Me or set up and appointment ; Submit yourself to Cruel Phone Sex– done My way.

For as many times as I have been disappointed by the behavior of one of My playmates, there have been just as many, if not more times when I have been extremely pleased.

I adore: respectful behavior (of each other and of the dynamics of the relationship) , unquestioning devotion, obedience, forthrightness, honesty, communication, and one who knows his goals and what he wants from the relationship.

He is willing (and desires!) to yield himself to the authority of the person with whom he has placed his trust — Me. After all, I am the one who has guided him for so long, taught him, encouraged him, and even corrected him when needed. There is a level of trust and respect which should not be put aside so easily — if the relationship is at all worthy. If it ever was, I don’t even see that being an issue. To have someone go against all the things we value can be annoying, frustrating, maddening, and even downright hurtful (depending on the circumstances). On the opposite end, to see one uphold those values can bring such joy and pleasures to both parties. To watch someone bloom under My instruction is truly a pleasure.

He knows what he has and where he was before, and he makes a conscious decision to do the right thing. His respect has been earned (as it should be) and he has trusted Me with his utmost secrets and desires, as well as his need for instruction, direction, and control. And he knows he needs that control. That control and guidance has been his directional beacon, his compass of sorts.

Still, there are times when he may slip (purposely or by nature of human error) and fall back into old habits, question what is required of him, and maybe even become downright disrespectful. He may resist all attempts to reel him back in, ignore the subtle persuasions and hints, and even ignore the situation once it has become a fully unpleasant. Pride sneaks up and does terrible things. This doesn’t happen often, and when it does, it is quickly rectified (most of the time).

He knows that the constant demands made of him, the praises for when he does well, the rewards, and even the punishments, are all with purpose — They reinforce the relationship and also serve as a type of ding to his brain, a little reminder of what needs to be done, why it needs to be done, and how it needs to be done.

Keeping the level of respect high, understanding why the superior female does what She does, allowing himself to wield to Her authority, Her training, and to Her advice, leads to a positive and productive relationship for both. Not only does he become more productive for himself and his outside endeavors, but he also becomes even more valuable to Her.

It may take some convincing, but there are ways to redeem yourself if you’ve been bad. There is always the chance of a reprieve, if you prove worthy, AND you make up for your transgressions, AND prove your allegiance and assure future obedience, of course.

The ultimate punishment is to deny the thing you want most…and though a reprieve may be offered, it won’t be offered forever. Think clearly about your choices and be manly on your follow-through. Don’t be a slimy worm who slinks away eating dirt. Yuk.

But most of all…

Be a man of your word and stick to your oaths. If you cannot do that, do you think you deserve the same courtesy from Me?

Definitions of reprieve on the Web:

a (temporary) relief from harm or discomfort

suspension: an interruption in the intensity or amount of something

a warrant granting postponement (usually to postpone the execution of the death sentence)

postpone the punishment of a convicted criminal, such as an execution

the act of reprieving; postponing or remitting punishment

relieve temporarily

(1494): To take back. Usually to the prison. Which is a good thing considering you were going to your execution.

You can’t help it. You love panties, panty hose,  even stockings …

The thought of putting your nose up to the stained crotch of a pair of worn panties or stockings makes you do very silly things, doesn’t it? You fantasize of breathing in that sweet smell, of feeling the soft material on your face, and perhaps even slipping them on, even taking them with you for later “use”. I know you’ve more than just fantasized –I know you’ve actually carried out your panty plans.

How many times have you found yourself sneaking through the soiled laundry of a beautiful woman, perhaps a neighbor, or at a party, or your sister-in-law, or even someone from work? There you are, drawn to her clothes basket, rambling through her things, crouched and hidden behind her bed like a thief, listening for any sounds of activity (like footsteps, or someone coming home) that might betray you, your heart pounding in your chest, hoping you won’t get caught, hoping you’ll find a pair of crumpled undies or hose before someone walks in on you. Yes, it is risky, but you have to have it — you have to have that sniff.

Once you find them, perhaps you feel the crotch to see if they are moist, you put the fabric up to your nose, maybe you let your tongue linger on the sweet spots. Stuffing them in your pocket, you ease back out the room, rushing home to lock yourself away with your treasure.

What do you do with them? You’re a dirty little panty thief, a crotch sniffer, panty sniffer, and sometimes you even slip them on, don’t you? How many times have you crusted up those pretty undies with your own cum, jerking yourself silly and spewing all over the material, then slipping the silky (and now crusty) panties on under your own clothes, wearing them all day, feeling the hardness of your dried up cum in contrast to the softness of the panty material, the constant feel and thought driving you mad and keeping your cock hard all day, driving you to wank yourself into a frenzy of orgasm after orgasm.

The humiliation you would feel at being caught is not enough to stop you from fulfilling your need for panties; nothing can keep you from indulging in your panty fetish.

I’ve heard some of your twisted stories, but I want to hear more.

Call Me on Niteflirt and tell Me about all about your dirty little deeds. Confess your panty secrets …

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Dear Ms. Nicole

This song reminds me of You. Ethereal, beautiful, elusive, possessing a supernatural quality I cannot explain, a Goddess of light and dark,. You have a way with words, a way to ease my fears of having to deal with myself by letting me know You have control.

My desire for You is so strong, but I know You are too strong. I believe You would and could break me. You already have. But You have also built me up from the ruins of my life. I accept both Your punishment and laughter with the knowledge that You know when to give them, when to mete out just enough of each to keep me going.

Sometimes I don’t understand. But when that clouds my mind, I think about You and how my submission to You is such a small gift, but one You accept, and teach me how to be better. My words are jumbled and random, so here is the song that reminds me of You. I picked it because of the lyrics, but the name Rhiannon is mythical, like You. She came beautiful and on a white horse…like You on one of Your horses. Now I’ll quit blushing:

Rhiannon rings like a bell throu the night
And wouldnt you love to love her
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover

All your life youve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless

All your life youve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win
Will you ever win

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

She rings like a bell throu the night
And wouldnt you love to love her
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover

All your life youve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win
Will you ever win

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

Oooooh

Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky

Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind
Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind

A while back, one of My regulars wrote a letter to Me. It was titled “About Nicole”, and was written as if I had written it Myself.

While much of the “about Me” was just speculation on his part, there was a lot of “life truth” in what he wrote, and I was honestly surprised by the amount of insight in that letter. I thought there were some good messages in what he wrote, so I made the decision to print part of it here as a special message to My other readers and just to give him a few kudos.

It’s a good thing I am a very smart Lady with healthy skepticism! Before printing the letter, I made the very wise decision to Google his written tribute to Me. I *knew* there had to be something off; the letter was too damned good!

While I appreciate the sentiment and the effort it took for him to customize the letter for Me, and I appreciate the spontaneity of his effort to worship Me, I will forever tease and torture him (not to mention put him in perpetual denial) over the fact that almost the entire letter was copied from two other adult sites. Ugh! It was basically an “about Me” written by two other women, posted on their websites, and copied/pasted together by him in a twisted little attempt to please Me.

Well, that was a dumbass move! Because it’s not okay to copy, and it’s not okay to put Me in that situation.

I do not take things like this lightly. We women work too hard to have our work copied and spread about the Internet as if it belonged to someone else. Had I published that as an original piece without credit to the actual authors, there could have been serious trouble, even (lawd forbid!!!!) embarrassment for Me!! You want to see pissed??? Wheeewwww!! Really, there are no words!!

But back to My misguided little submissive: We all make mistakes, and I do believe his intentions were good.

Maybe he’s feeling a little humiliated while reading this. Good. You should!

And…

I will await your confession. You will be given the chance to redeem yourself, but only because My superior intellect allows Me to see the reasons why you did what you did. Maybe a little writing task or a nice tribute is what you need to make up for your indiscretion.

We’ll see. Sometimes surprises are the best!

Callers:

Please do not attempt to contact Me under an alternate ID. If you wish to contact Me, use your regular ID, mmmkkk?

Let’s be grown up; shall we?

Besides, you think I don’t know it’s you? Wrong! I do know.

If it’s bothering you that you cannot get in contact with Me, you know what to do. It’s that simple.

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