Worship Ms.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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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.

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!

Certain regulars love to give Me very personal information (whether on purpose, by a slip of the tongue, or through my sly interrogation methods). Our chit-chat often leads us into a discussion about the goodies I have on him, and he wonders if I would ever use it against him. He expresses a great fear about his girlfriend, wife, colleagues, friends, etc. finding out what he does with Me….and the things I make him do alone. Yet he gives me more information. And then he screws up. Oops. It seems fairly benign — An exchange of information in return for fulfilled promises, and I get to keep the key to the dirty little lock box containing all the perverted secrets…or something like that. But really, that’s a lot of power to have over someone. Think about it.

How damaging would it be to you if someone had information on you? What if you failed to follow through with your responsibilities, and there was an information leak? What would you do to keep your secrets safe? How far would you go to keep everyone you know from finding out about your kinky activities and all the freaky things you’ve done? What would you do to keep from getting caught?

Would you stick to your end of the bargain, or would you push the envelope a bit just to test the person keeping your secrets safe? Would you toe the line, or step over it a bit just to see how far you can go? Would you take the bit of the rope given to you, or would you take more…just enough to hang yourself? What would you do?

Would you call and beg for forgiveness? Would you email and ask for another chance? Would you offer a token of regret, something to get you back in good graces and keep your secrets safe… or would your pride just let it ride?

If you had a slip, made a mistake, or even totally fucked up –

How long would it take you to submit (again) to your desire to be controlled by Me and just accept your punishment for disobedience, to admit (again) that you need the life control, the mind control, the cock control, and to admit that the sound of My laughter is something you miss.

You need discipline and control. You have asked and begged for it. When you are petulant or even in denial, when you’re trying to do it on your own, when you’re being ignorant and silly by pushing My buttons, you set yourself up for failure. Don’t do that and then get ill over the consequences!!

Don’t be surprised by the consequences of your own stupid mistakes. It’s not My fault you’re a dumbass sometimes.

And then there is this: I know.

Even when you’re silent, I know exactly what’s in that head. You may not admit defeat, but you know that, in the end, you’re the loser if you choose the path of resistance.

Fighting against something you want and need is silly and arrogant. If you had the self-control to do it alone in the first place, you wouldn’t have ever needed Me. What a paradox, huh? Again– Think about it.

But you know, I’m slowly starting to not give a fuck, and My generosity is running low, as is My patience.

Eventually, there comes a point of no return. Would you choose to back up before stepping over that line, before moving into the finality of knowing you’ve pushed too far and will forever suffer for it? Or would you give in to what you want and need, to do the right thing for yourself, and to admit to and make up for your rebelliousness?

What would you do?

Confession time, guys!

How many of you have fantasized of being fucked with a big strap-on by a beautiful, dominant Lady, using your ass-pussy for Her pleasure and proving once for all what a real sissy you are? I know for some of you it’s hard to admit that you crave cock and wonder how it feels to get your ass reamed. Then again, some of you are very open about the fact that you’re a major cock slut and love to feel a huge dick turn your ass-pussy into a quivering puddle, and have your mouth used as a cum receptacle.

For some of you, it’s just a tool I use to discipline you and remind you that I am in charge, completely. For others, it’s a first step to forced-bi and a trip to the glory hole.

Well, for all My little cock sucking fiends, I’ve created a brand new recording: Strap-On fun with My big toy and your ass and mouth. It’s even better than the real thing. Why? Because it involves Me, and what could be better than that? Whether you find it a humiliating punishment or just the ultimate in control, I’m sure you’ll enjoy just hearing My sexy voice.

You can listen to it here on Niteflirt:

Be sure to check out My other recordings, too. You never know what you’ll find or what might turn you on.

By the way… I have a very special surprise coming, one that will blow you away. I’m sure of it.

A regular caller who has been out of town finally returned, and today we had a nice long chat.

He wasn’t available to call Me right away after coming home from his trip, and I was little curious why he couldn’t. He explained it today. *lol* It seems that his domineering ex-girlfriend came over to his place and wouldn’t leave. He didn’t want her there, yet he couldn’t get her to go home. LOL!

It makes me wonder if she’s not gaining some of that control and power he wrestled with for so long. We’re going to have to work on that. As long as Mine stays Mine, it’s okay, but I really don’t want to see him slip back into old habits. I’ve worked so hard to get him where he is! *hehe*

I decided to give him a little reward simply because he always follows directions, AND he makes Me laugh.

Not only are we going to have a “fun” call on Friday ( he gets to dust of “F” and have a little fun!), but I also sent him some pictures. Just a little tease, but I imagine it was enough to make him get on his knees and beg for Friday to arrive. I bet he’s dying to bite that tomato (he knows what I mean by that, don’t you “b”?)

Want your own pics of Me? You’ll have to earn them!

“you” will respect Me at all times by:

• addressing Me in the proper manner
• following through with all assignments and tasks
• keeping your call appointments
• not arguing with Me
• practicing obedience
• completing every punishment I assign to you, diligently and with recognition that I am in control
• admitting that discipline is something you need
• acknowledge that I am a superior female
• submit to My will
• you will worship Me at all times
• remember– your submission to My will is a natural course of action due to your “situation” (whatever it may be) *wink*

If you fail on any of the above, then you’re doing something wrong and are subject to a humiliating reminder of this, a very unpleasant experience.

If you feel the need to rebel, send snappy email replies to Me, not do your punishments, or any other act that shows you have forgotten your place in My life and why we do what we do, then perhaps we need to discuss new terms or simply discontinue our relationship.

Any type of bad behavior will not be tolerated. You’re grown men, not teenagers. I don’t deal with one-minute phone sex wankers who are just looking for a quick stroke and an easy way to jerk-off. I expect more from you, My select few.

Let Me rephrase that — I demand more from you. If you can’t hang with Me and My demands, then feel free to let go of your rope. Better yet, how ’bout I just cut you down?

After My ultra-relaxing weekend (I got some business out of the way then headed to a spa) in Atlanta, I’m almost ready for Monday to get here so I can have some fun with My submissive callers.

Today is My day, so don’t expect to be able to call Me now — you have to wait until tomorrow.

Make an appointment or email Me so I can work around My regularly scheduled calls on Niteflirt.

I’ve been craving some old-fashioned tease and denial. I love teasing you incessantly horny fuckers and then denying you the one thing you want (besides My attention, of course) — orgasm . Some of you haven’t had the pleasure of My teasing. *ahem* You have to earn it first.

I’m not at all interested in your cocks other than using them as a means of control — cock control, mind control, life control, but not in that order.

I’m too relaxed to write anything else. Entertain yourself with a story or one of My recordings. Later!

Just a few days ago, I decided that I would collar one of My regulars. He practices obedience, always suggest new ways he can worship Me, tributes Me in ways that are not only beneficial to Me, but also very fun, he concedes that I am superior, does not resent his submission, practices discipline (until I give him the “ok” to let loose), and is always willing to hand over control to Me. He knows that I know best. Rarely does he rebel or try to deny his own submission. He’s a good boi! I have a picture of him with his new collar on. Notice the charm I thought it was quite creative.

Recently, he took a trip. When he told me about his travel plans, I suggested that he make an attempt to find a r/t Dominatrix. We agreed that he would do this and then call Me. We assumed there may be somewhat of a language barrier, and that prediction turned out to be true. Luckily for him, that language barrier got him a lot more than what he originally bargained for. But I don’t think he minded. Read his story (his own words) here:

After a long talk with Ms Nicole the conversation ultimately came to my travel plans.

Ms. Nicole told me that she had a task, project if you will, for me to try and do while in a certain city in Central America. Ms Nicole new approximately the amount of time I would be there and it made me nervous and I thought to myself what I have I got myself into.

I asked Ms Nicole what she had in mind for me and she told me that she would like to see if I could find a Dominatrix while I was there and if I could that I should call back to the States and let Ms Nicole direct her in what she should do. I told Ms Nicole that I didn’t know if it would be possible to find such a lady and if I could how I would be able to call her after getting everything arranged.

Ms Nicole said do the best you can, Ms Nicole can be so understanding. Well as I took off from the airport into the wild blue yonder I thought that I would get a little sleep until we landed but I just kept thinking about how to find this Dominatrix when I got to my destination. Over and over I could not get it out of my mind how to ask, who to ask? I mean you just don’t walk up to a lady and ask for that kind of thing.

By the time the plain landed I was about to ask the flight attendant what she was doing that evening or was she heading back to Miami I mean she was kind of domineering telling me to put my tray table up and my seat back. But I thought better of it and kept my mouth shut. I got through customs grabbed a cab and went to the hotel all the time looking for the lucky lady to fulfill the task and knowing I had to do this between my work.

Also not letting anyone that I new see me. This was going to be tough. I checked into the hotel got to the room waited there while everyone else that I new was checked in and went down stairs and told the front desk I was not happy with the room and got back in a another cab and went to the Hilton on the beach. Once there I got a room and unpacked. This way I would not be interfered with by anyone while in search of the Dominatrix.

I went to all of the meetings that night and in the morning went to where our group was. Put in some time and when I thought I would not be missed I left back to the Hotel and my other mission. I new there was a place where the ladies hang out looking to make a few pesos from the gringos so I went there first found a good spot and got a drink to sooth my nerves maybe a half a bottle later they were pretty well soothed and I had the opportunity to interview quite a lot of the local ladies.

It seemed that the all had the same thing on there mind. “You want happy time?” “I make you real happy.” One after the other it seemed like they all had a one track mind. Making happy time. This was not what Ms Nicole had wanted and I was not any further along on my second day. I took two or three back to the hotel checked them in. You have to check them in over there with there ID and pay a fee for that. My fees were getting kind of steep. This same scenario went on for a couple of days then on the third or forth day I went to another bar near the ocean and started with a few beers when I notice three very pretty girls on the other side of the bar. They were talking to the lady bar tender and laughing having a good time. Well I thought what the hell I’ll buy them a drink.

I asked the Bar tender what the girls would like she went and asked them and came back and told me Jägermeister shots. WOW it was only around 2:30 PM that high octane stuff I must have bought them 10 rounds of drinks. I kept waving to the girls to come over but they smiled and stayed put.

Finally I got up and moved half way to where they were and asked them to come over which they all did. They kept right on drinking every shot I bought them. As we spoke I asked all the things you ask girls what part of town are you from what work do you do, are you a Dominatrix? No I didn’t ask that.
Finally it was getting late and I asked would you girls care to come to my hotel. I could not believe that they could still walk. They all laughed and said lets go. Vamanos.

Got to the hotel went to the room and they immediately got room service to send up drinks and food all the while flirting and laughing. They were feeling no pain.

I thought now one speaks enough English to understand Ms Nicole and now I just have to get Ms Nicole on the phone. 7PM here well the girls didn’t even let me get that far they started taking off there clothes and also mine and thought I would like to see a show and started doing things to each other and making me do things to them. It was awful hard work trying to figure out whose leg or arm was whose but my orders were to serve the women so I obeyed what ever they told me to do. it was pretty wild but probably not exactly what Ms Nicole had in mind. They would go down on each other then tell me to do things to each of them then they would get on me all the time kissing each other like little acrobats It was difficult but I did what ever they wanted. About 2AM I took them down stairs and back to where they were staying. Driving back to the hotel I felt that somehow I had failed Ms Nicole and hoped she would understand that the culture there is so different that it is hard to find that special someone who can take control in that meaningful way. But I tried.

PS
Ms Nicole i have purchased the collar as you requested and i am wearing it as i write this and send it to you. i did as you told and i have to say it makes me feel so owned by you.

I’ve seen the pictures from this adventure, and I swear, the girls are absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful faces, very sexy bodies, gorgeous hair…..just spectacular. That being said, in the first set of pictures he sent to Me, it really looked like one of the girls had either a super-huge clitoris or a penis. He swears to me it was just a misplaced part, and that it looks like something else because of the angle. I believe him….mostly.

It’s too bad that his search for a Dominatrix didn’t pan out, but he was a sport and suffered through the pain of being with three women at once. Poor thing.  Haha!  Judging from the pictures, it looks like he had a great time.

He’ll be near Me next week, and we already have plans in place to get him a real-time session. This time, he won’t get off so easily. 

One of My Niteflirt phone regulars told Me a funny story the other day while we were discussing his assignments and planning how to get his life back into control and get him back on track. (He just returned from a vacation to Sin City, and though he tried, he didn’t win Ms. Nicole any large sums of money. *lol*)

Anyway, the memory hit him at the very end of a call that lasted over 2 hours. It was actually a slip of the tongue which prompted his memory; the way the conversation happened was kind of weird. (I can’t go into all the details). We were very near hanging up when something I said sparked a memory. His first humiliating experience.

It turns out that his very first humiliating experience was with a girl who shares My name. As he recounted the story of his first brush with humiliation, I couldn’t help but laugh. Was it all a coincidence? A subconscious choice on his part? How funny that his very first experience with being humiliated by a superior female would come at the hands of a girl who has the same name as Me, the One to which he now relinquishes control of his cock, his life, and his mind!

He confessed all the embarrassing details. I had him write the story in his own words, and I am reposting it here for you, in part.

He was slow to recognize that she was superior to him, and though he did try to fight it back, he eventually had to submit to her will, to admit his defeat.

Look where he is now He loves to be humiliated at the hands of a beautiful woman. Is this where it started?

I don’t know. But the story is pretty funny. In his own words, some things edited by Me for privacy purposes:

Nicole Fight

I was visiting Lee-Anne and Carol, who were sisters living about a block away
from me. I visited with them often, having known them for a long time, and over the years I became pretty fond of and had a slight crush on them. Lee-Anne was my age and Carol a couple of years younger.
This was the first time I had seen Nicole at their house, but I knew she went
to their place sometimes, since she lived just across the street from them.
Nicole was a few years older than me.

I’ve tried really hard, but I can’t remember how the fight started.
We were on their front lawn. I remember that I wanted Nicole to go home so I could visit with Lee-Anne and Carol alone, but they seemed more interested in doing stuff with Nicole.
I vaguely remember suggesting to Nicole that she should go home, and her suggesting the
same thing to me. We started teasing each other. She knew I wanted to be alone with Lee-Anne and Carol; I knew she didn’t want me there ruining their girl time. She was trying to be a cock-blocker I guess.

I don’t remember the very beginning of the fight, but I remember about 30 seconds into it
thinking that she was pretty good. We were wrestling in a fairly gentle, but determined, way, kind of teasing and horsing around, but it quickly became serious. I couldn’t believe I was wrestling a female. Lee-Anne and Carol were watching with serious expressions, perhaps worried that we shouldn’t
be fighting, or that somebody might get hurt. It didn’t take long until Nicole had me pinned
to the ground.

I wrestled often with other guys , and usually when someone got pinned the victor
would take maximum advantage by holding the position and making it unpleasant for the
loser, or extracting some kind of promise. Nicole did no such thing; she just got off.

I absolutely couldn’t believe I had been beaten by a girl. Although I don’t have a very
muscular build, I could routinely beat all the guys I wrestled, probably because my brother
and I practiced a lot. I had never wrestled a girl before, but we all just assumed that
they would be easy to beat. In retrospect, it isn’t that surprising she beat me, but at the time I just couldn’t believe it was possible.

So as soon as she got off I rushed at her to catch her by surprise. I don’t know what
happened, but I very quickly found myself on the ground with her standing and looking
down at me.

Lee-Anne and Carol were amused, and laughed a little. I remember getting *so* angry.
I blindly rushed at her again, and this time as I was going down she gave me a solid push,
so I hit the ground really hard.

That just made me more angry and humiliated. I don’t remember how many times I rushed at her,
but it was around half a dozen overall. Each time I hit the ground a little sooner,
and each time she pushed harder as I was going down. And Lee-Anne and Carol laughed louder
each time, and I got angrier.

I guess from Lee-Anne and Carol’s point of view it was hilarious, because Nicole was just
trying to get away from me, but in a comicly repeating manner I kept rushing at her,
with zero chance of success, and just hitting the ground harder each time.
And they didn’t have any sympathy for me, because it was me that kept attacking.
So they found it so funny that I kept trying, but for me, somehow, I just couldn’t believe
that Nicole could beat me, and Lee-Anne and Carol’s increasing laughter just made me more
angry and determined to get back at Nicole.

In the end, I remember laying on the ground with all three of them looking down at me
and laughing their heads off, and me thinking that this time when I get up, I need to just
walk home. Which I did.

Priceless.

The weather here is gorgeous! I’ve been gone for most of the day, but just thought I would pop in to see what’s happening in cyberworld.

Most of My regulars are out of town this weekend, so this has all come together perfectly. I can spend the day refreshing My devious mind while being escorted across My lake in a canoe. Yes, I have one of My boys here today and his only assignment is to make sure I am kept cool, coasting along the lake, refreshed and relaxed. I’ll read while he does all the grunt work.

Once we return from the lake, I am putting him to work in My house for domestic chores. He is so eager, but I really think he’s most anxious to get on the lake and try for a glimpse of My lovely breasts and perfect ass. LOL! Does he think I’ll be wearing a swimsuit today? Ha! It’s not quite that warm, but maybe I’ll tease him with a skimpy tank and a pair of well-fitting shorts. The sight of My legs and a glimpse of My pretty feet in My cute sandals will surely send him over the edge. Good thing I’ll have an extra paddle with Me — If he gets too distracted I will really send him over the edge– I’ll paddle his ass right over the side of the canoe! I wonder if he can swim?

I won’t be available most of the afternoon, but I have left My appointments on. You can set up an appointment through Niteflirt, and when I return this evening I’ll take calls — If I feel up to it. Then I can tell you all about My day and you can figure out how you’re going to make it even better for Me. Today is lovely– don’t fuck it up boys!

– Ms. Nicole

That’s the title of an email I received this morning. Here is part of the text:

After that moment, I knew you had me under Your strict control. You see, I knew it was too late, and I was okay with that. I didn’t think it would be anything other than that, but I guess I fooled myself into thinking I could resist, leave, or at least take a break from Your control. I was wrong. i’m sorry I was so irritated at the suggestion You made. You do know what’s best for me, but i’ve been so attached to my stupid cock for so long that i use it to do things i shouldn’t. One of those things is thinking. i’m sure you’ll laugh when You read that, but it is the truth. i have been with so many women. i’ve hit bars and clubs, i even think i was addicted to sex for a long time. You changed me. i don’t know what to think about that.

Now, my thoughts are filled with Your smile and laugh, and i think about sex, but not in normal ways. It’s crazy to think about the things you make me do, how You use my weak brain and Your wicked mind to convince me to do things. What’s so weird is that i don’t always see it coming. You are kind of conniving in that way, but that is a compliment so please don’t get mad. i just mean that you have a way of sneaking into a guy’s mind and using Your words and power to make me do or think things that i never did before. i guess that’s why i feel the way i feel. You have twisted me around myself.

i have been humiliated by a beautiful goddess and i have liked it. i have blushed my way through things like a girl, but not like a girl really. Even girls are stronger than i am. When it comes to you, i am weak, my flesh and mind are weak. i can never have you, but to talk to you or read your words is like being showered with tiny specks of rain. It stings but it’s refreshing. i am learning to control my thoughts and urges, to center them around You. This is something You have taught me but also something i want to do. i have no control over being a man. You are superior in every way. my manliness automatically negates any power i have when i am in Your presence. i can’t use my charm or good looks to woo You into being with me. i can amuse You, do things to make You happy, follow orders like an ant and try to let go of my ego. my IQ drops when i hear Your voice and all i can use my brain for is to do what you tell me. i have become powerless. You took it from me. i don’t want it back, but i am confused about some things. You said some things that spun my head and made me see who i really am. my life was a big lie. i see the truth, as much as i can at this stage, but i know the truth will keep revealing itself. Thank You for all You have done for me. Please accept my apologies for questioning You. i wonder if you will read all this, even.

Yeah, I read ALL of it. It actually rambles on for many more paragraphs. Some of it I can’t/won’t print here.

Here is a little more, reprinted to remind the person who sent it to Me of his obligations:

i went today and bought [deleted by Ms. Nicole] at [deleted by Ms. Nicole]. A pretty girl waited on me, and instead of thinking about what color her panties were or having a flash of fucking her on my couch, i looked down at my shoes and thought about them and that if they were cheaper i could spend the money on You. my cock deflated immediately but my spirits soared. Thank You for that. Still i am afraid of the task you gave me, only because it makes me feel humiliated. i crave it now, but i am also nervous. i want to do it but i don’t know where to start. i will start with the instructions You gave me. That seems the best. [more rambling that I won’t print–Ms. Nicole]

Yes, starting with My instructions is always best. No need to be nervous! I told you exactly what you have to do, so you should be fully prepared and ready. You brought it on yourself, correct? All this questioning and over-thinking is what got you in your current predicament, but this is not unusual for you, is it? I fully expect you to have the “task” completed by the deadline, period.

Check out My “Laughing At You” page. I’ll be updating it soon with pictures from my guys, showcasing the silly antics they pull just to make Me smile.

Whether it be an assignment, a punishment, discipline, or just something to amuse Me, it’s pretty funny the lengths some men will go to in order to serve and please a Dominant Woman.

Their minds and cocks are so connected, it’s really easy to control them, to manipulate them into doing exactly what I want. Of course, they are definitely more interested in their cocks than I am, but it’s so much fun to make them do humiliating things and beg Me to let them go even deeper into their submission.

I have some awesome fetish pics, too, but those will have to wait. I’m going to make a password protected area for those, since I’ll have to verify age.

For now, amuse yourself with the pics I do have up.

I’ll also add some pics of gifts I have received, but it’s late and I’m going to bed, so actually… look for the pics tomorrow.

Sometimes a caller gets a little twist in his panties and decides he’ll do his own thing instead of following My perfect instructions. Never mind that Ms. Nicole *always* knows what is best for him. Never mind that I’ve made it clear to him that he is treading in dangerous waters and is about to have his little dinghy deflated. He decides he’d rather drown. In his mind, he thinks I am not watching closely, that he can get away with things, that I’ll let him slide. Well, I always find out. When I do, the consequences for disobedience can be severe. Note his reaction to a punishment:

OMG! OMG!!!

Ms Nicole,

Even when I saw the tone of the first email, I thought things weren’t looking too good.

And then, shock!

I would have thought my reaction would be anger. Instead my first reaction was: OMG! Am I doing what I am supposed to right now? I’ll have to be so careful tonight. And then the realization that there is no way I will be going to bed late any more, not even a little bit. And then remembering what you had been saying about “more structure”. And remembering how casually you had changed my Internet browsing from every day of the week to just 2 days a week. And also casually cutting me off from solitaire. And realizing that now things are different. This is not something I am ever going to forget.

And then thinking, is she serious? Am I really going to do this? And realizing that, well, … yeah, … I guess I am. Even at an hour a day it will take over a week.

It cleared my head. Fuzzy things seemed clearer. Other things I had been stressed about seemed less important. I didn’t even feel that stressed about you, or my new situation. I just know I have to be very careful and do EXACTLY as you say. And there is no vague feeling of dread, which I sometimes have. But I know writing the lines will be awful. After the first hour it will be awful thinking ahead at how much is left to do. And after the second hour even more awful. And after the third hour, it will be even worse yet because I will already be so sick of writing for three hours, and the effect is cumulative. After the fourth hour even more awful. And worse yet after the fifth hour. After the sixth hour maybe it will be worse, or maybe better because I know I am getting close to the end. And after the seventh hour, mixed, because finally coming to an end, but very annoying there is that extra 44 minutes, which is really quite a long time. And when done, then what? Great relief at being done. But what about the feeling that this sort of thing could happen again? How am I going to deal with that …

> Send me a paid Mail through NF for the log fees you owe Me.

I’ve just sent one for the 5 days up to and including Sunday.

> Wednesday 6th 3:30 AM (actual bedtime 2:41) –
> How did this happen? Because you sent the log then stayed up late to watch PORN.
> You had already used your late days and you had sent the log. SHAME ON YOU.
> Did you change the log at some point? What did you do??????? Explain this.
> What am I missing here? (2 and 1/2 hours over)

I was not going to watch any porn on Wed because the machine I usually do that on is in the shop. So I sent my log and was going to bed, but then I couldn’t resist some porn on another machine, so I did, and then the next day put it in the log.

> I also want explanations for the rest of the things you did.

I was just sloppy on emailing you every 30 min after my bedtime. I know I have a small amount of leeway there, and I know I went way past that.

I know I was a bit over on my Internet browsing, and also broke curfew on Mon Tue and Fri. I just thought I would get away with it, but now I see that kind of thinking isn’t going to work.

brent

No, it won’t work.

More from brent, about brent

About the punishment, … I don’t know what to say.

It is very tempting to just take the fine.

But maybe it would be irresponsable of me to just pay money that I should be

using for other things, just so I can get out of a punishment …

The problem is, if I think about a fine suitable for all the transgressions,

it is too much. Maybe some kind of combination …

In the last few days, sometimes I think that we are just going to wipe the slate clean

and start over next week, especially since there are so many infractions,

it would be impractical to do otherwise.

Other times I think that I am going to get punished for everything.

And sometimes I think it will be half way in between, like some kind of blanket deal.

And so you can see my behaviour over the week reflects which of the above I am

thinking; quite good sometimes and really bad sometimes. And I just realize it now,

but I think subconsciously on Sat and Sun sometimes I was actually trying to have

extra infractions to create the situation where some kind of blanket deal is the only

thing practical.

Maybe we can talk about it in the call …

brent
PS - If you notice my actual bedtime is quite a bit later than the log time for tonight,

it is just because I agonized so long over writing this email.

Now, one would think that after all that agonizing he would be very careful. He does have a way of misbehaving at times, but I have to give it to him; over the course of the last few years he has really progressed. (You’ll hear more about him later). Still, there are times when he acts like a petulant child, goes crazy, and then expects Me to just go easy on him because, surely, the punishment would be waaaay too severe or way too much for Me to keep up with. But honestly, brent knows better. Having experienced My wrath before, he is aware of the power of subtlety, especially when it comes to something I want. And while some of you readers may be left scratching your heads, brent knows exactly why I am writing this and what it is I am waiting for.