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. )

Message Me on Niteflirt

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!

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.

“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?

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.