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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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.

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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.

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(It’s about humiliation)

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Look for a new post from Me later tonight! I can’t wait to tell you this story, I’m just a bit tied up right now and the weather is looking kind of funky.

I’ve been on “go” all day; the laptop needs a break … so do I.

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.

It’s time to go to the Glory Hole to get some lovin’ !

One of my new little cock-loving sluts took a few trips there recently. He listened to one of My recordings, that inspired him to call Me, and we got get him dressed up like a girly man, pimped out and ready for some anal adventures.

I gave him a nice cock-sucking assignment, an ass-pussy fucking journey, and wow, he loved it! He’s such a whore! I’ve never heard such a squeal of delight as he sucked 8″ hardwood and played tight-end for the men at the bookstore.

Before I took him out, I dressed him in some cute Victoria’s Secret boy-shorts (pink, of course!) and a nice pink bra. I thought he was going to cream his pants just thinking about wearing his sexy outfit under his jeans. He felt no shame as he entered the Glory Hole, immediately took a cock in his mouth, and sucked on it like it was the cure for cancer and he had a throat tumor.

When he felt strong hands behind him, pulling those lil’ panties over his ass, getting ready to pound that back door pussy, he practically screamed with joy, begging to feel a stranger’s huge cock ream his ass.

I couldn’t resist giggling as he begged for more cock, begged to have his man pussy fucked, squealing and screeching each time that cock plunged deeper into his slut hole! He didn’t even pretend this was forced-bi. No, there was no hem-hawing on his part– he went right into begging for those throbbing cocks to shoot their nasty loads up his ass pussy and into his hungry mouth. What a man-slut! He had the desire to please, to put the “glory” back in Glory Hole.

I thought for sure he would have been tired after the anal banging trip I took him on, but apparently he has no discipline. Even after our adventure, he was craving the cock so much that he called My recording again! LOL!

I bet he can’t wait until his next adventure.

Well, in the meantime, he can amuse his cock cravings with My recording on Niteflirt.

I know you cock lovers are out there, just drooling over the thought of sucking cock and getting ass-banged for My pleasure. You bunch of sissy man-whores do love your cock sucking assignments. *hehe*

Give Me a call the next time you want to go; I’ll have you doing things that will make even you blush!

Oh, and be sure to beg, moan, and squeal. I love it! LOL!!

“But I am so humiliated, Ms. Nicole!”

I can’t tell you how many times I have heard those words.

I usually hear it after a particularly entertaining task I’ve had someone perform, and more often than not, that wonderful phrase is blurted out after one of my boys is left breathless and shocked, his wilted cock in his hand, his mind confused.

“What the hell did She just make me do?”, they think to themselves, then shortly confess to Me that they had no idea “it” was coming, and they can’t believe they did “that”. (at that point, I take a grain of salt )

“Yet, you did it” I reply, laughing, “and happily so!” :wicked:

“Yeah.” (at this point I might even get a sigh or a giggle)

I might prod them a bit, get the dirty little details of *why* they feel so humiliated and *why* they did what they did knowing how it would make them feel. For most men, the reasons are obvious , but for others, they don’t even know why. It’s good to get them to see their own motives. Through My questions and from their answers, I get a little laugh and they get a little insight. And yes, sometimes even I am surprised at what I hear. I do love to explore men’s minds. It’s interesting in there, and somewhat humorous.

What is it about humiliation that I enjoy? Briefly– I enjoy watching the pride drop away. I enjoy coaxing a man into an act which –quite possibly–he has never even heard of. I enjoy hearing the resistance in his voice go from a possible “no” to watching/hearing him perform the act, to giving in to Me, and to possibly taking him on a journey which could lead to his absolute submission and a complete and total power exchange. I enjoy the conversation that comes before, during, and most of all, after the act.

Verbal humiliation and physical humiliation hold equal weight with Me, though it does depend on My subject. Since humiliation is somewhat subjective, each situation must be independently judged.

The act is (as wiki put it) just a means to an end — they get personal shame and embarrassment and I get a big smile on My face. Resistors are bonus points for Me. In the end, they always give in.

So why do guys do things they know will hugely embarrass them and make them feel ashamed? Do we really want to read that much today? Remember — The will is in there, somewhere. I can dig around and bring it out, find that one thing to push their button(s). Sure, they just do it to make Me happy, and whatever “it” is, they’ll continue to do it until I move on to something a lot more entertaining, or… they move on.

But…

Whatever happens, it is two-sided. Though they may be genuinely humiliated, they got “theirs”, too, right? But at what cost? Though the cost to them may be great, the rewards can be even greater. And for Me? Having so much control over someone, enough to make them do something that may have been unimaginable to them before, is a huge responsibility and yes, a ton of fun. But watching a guy give in to something, knowing that he is taking these steps to not only fill his own needs, but also to please Me, is a wonderful thing.

Even utter humiliation and degradation can be fulfilling…especially when it makes Me happy.

I have many more thoughts on this, but that’s for another day.

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.