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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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.

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.

As most of My regulars know, I love to read. It’s not just a matter of picking up a book and skimming through it; I practically devour books. I can’t get enough. I guess you could even say books are My porn! LOL!

I’m a member of several book clubs and have a nice steady supply of goodies to read, thanks in part to some of My regulars. The rest I just buy for Myself with your duckies. Sometimes a Lady just can’t wait.

So, if you’re trying to figure out the perfect gift for Me, just want to surprise Me, or need a way to say “i’m sorry” to Me for some reason, a book is always a good choice.

Check out My wishlist on Amazon.com or message Me to find out what I want right now. You can buy Me a book directly off My list, or send Me a gift certificate and let Me pick out what I want.

I’m thinking about starting My own Book of the Month club where I list a book and you buy it.

Don’t limit yourself– Tributes of any for are always good, but books are really the way to my *ahem* heart.

This month’s calling:

It’s on My wishlist, so go check it out. I’m waiting!

In other news, I’m going to post another story from one of My callers (collars ). He went on a business trip with instructions to find a r/t domme and ended up with something quite different. I have the pictures to prove it, but I can’t post them here due to 2257 regulations, but trust Me when I say — they are very interesting. Stay tuned…