Worship Ms.Nicole

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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